Page 1 of Twelve Days of Christmas (Sixty Five Hours #1.5)

ON THE FIRST DAY OF CHRISTMAS…

Like any other day, I sit in my office across from his. I can see him through the glass walls that separate us; sometimes I watch him when he doesn’t know I’m watching.

Cameron.

I love to watch him when he thinks no one is looking.

Like now.

He’s just got back from a sales brief – a meeting I thankfully didn’t have to attend, to find a neatly wrapped Christmas gift waiting on his desk.

I watch as his brow furrows, for just a second, before he looks up at me.

I smile, and he grins. And he starts to unwrap it, but then stops.

I watch as he picks up his office phone, and my intercom button lights up. “Excuse me, Mr. Hensley,” his smooth voice speaks to me. “Would this gift be… appropriate for work?”

Oh, he knows me so well. But it’s not like I’d wrap up a sex toy for him to open at work. “Why, yes it is appropriate,” I say with a chuckle. “But I like the way you think, Mr. Fletcher.”

He puts the phone back and grins at me through the glass walls.

He unwraps the paper and pulls out the socks. There’s three pairs; a naughty or nice Santa pair, a cheeky Rudolph the reindeer pair and the naughty elf pair. He looks up at me and grins; it’s his eye-crinkling, full teeth grin that makes my heart thump against my ribs.

This is going to be so much fun.