The Reindeer's St. Patrick's Surprise (Reindeer Holidays Book 2)

By: E A Price






Six

Temp swayed a little as she came out of the bathroom. Yep, Heather was right; she really was a lightweight. Two beers and her head was virtually swimming.

She weaved and two strong arms caught her.

“Take it easy, honey,” slurred a gruff voice.

His hot steamy breath fanned over her face, and she almost gagged. A hard, pugnacious face leered down at her.

“Uh, thanks,” she muttered, trying to pull her arms away. He didn’t seem to want to let go.

“Heard you and your friend talking,” he said.

“Oh yeah,” she muttered trying to wiggle out of his grip. “Which facial mask do you prefer? Tea tree oil or chamomile?”

He snorted. “Not that. About you wanting a baby.”

Temp stilled. Memo to self – kill Heather!

“You know we were just…”

“You want a baby, honey, I will give you a baby.”

His voice lowered, and he pulled her slightly closer, so she could, unfortunately, feel his erection pressing against her. Ugh.

“She was just kidding; I am not open for business.” Certainly not for any business he wanted to throw at her.

She pulled back slightly, trying to angle her knee in preparation to connect with his crotch. Well, it seemed only fair given the way he was pressing it against her.

“C’mon honey,” he hissed, his good mood slowly evaporating as his grip on her arms tightened.

“Let go of me,” she said firmly.

“Everything okay here?” asked a deep, tingle-inducing voice behind her.

“Get lost,” grumbled the sasquatch holding her arms.

“That what you want?” asked the sexy voice.

Temp looked up through her eyelashes and her breath caught in her throat. She wasn’t usually swayed by looks. Her head didn’t usually turn for a pair of startling blue eyes, a mane of golden hair, high, perfect cheekbones or a strong masculine chin. But put them all together, and she went weak at the knees. Then she cursed herself for being so superficial. But oh, as those crystal blue eyes caught her gaze, she completely forgot to breathe. She bet many a woman had been lost in those eyes.

For a few beats, she just stared at him, until she realized he was waiting for a response.

“He was just leaving,” she said softly, giving the sasquatch a significant look.

The drunk guy looked at her, then he looked at the new guy, then her again, then the other guy and he sneered, freeing her arms.

“Weird bitch. Stay away from her; she’s a fucking tease.”

He stomped away, and Temp blew out a breath.

“You okay?” asked sexy voice, though he was watching the direction Mr. Charm (sarcastic) had disappeared into.

“I’m fine,” she murmured, taking the opportunity to study him.

He was wearing a very expensive suit. He was a little out of place for this bar. His suit alone probably could have bought and sold the whole place two times over.

He gave her a narrowed look. “Ex-boyfriend?”

Temp almost choked. “Hell no!”

He smiled, and it was damn near devastating. That was a smile that could launch a thousand ships.

Mr. Perfect (not sarcastic) rubbed his jaw thoughtfully. “What was that about?”

“Nothing,” she said quickly.

He raised an eyebrow and Temp blushed profusely. “My friend’s a blabbermouth, she’s given half the bar the impression I want them to impregnate me!” she babbled.

He gave her a level look and lord, she wished the ground would just swallow her whole.

“Do you?”

“No, and I’m going home before anyone else gets the wrong idea.”

“I’ll drive you,” he said with a half smile.

She almost said okay. Almost agreed to everything he suggested. But logic and sense finally kicked in.

“No, you won’t, strange man,” she muttered as she placed a hand against the wall, to stop it from moving all over the freaking place.

He gave her a lopsided smile. She bit her lip. Even sober she wasn’t sure how long she could hold out against him.

“You sure?”

“Umm.” She made a non-committal noise and – as crazy as it sounded – she was considering just saying yes, when, thankfully, they were interrupted.

A pretty woman in a short skirt and high heels clattered towards them. She curled a lock of hair around a finger.

“Harley, honey, you coming back?” she pouted.

His eyebrow ticked and Temp let out a mini-snort. “Seems like you’re too busy to drive me anyway.”

“Look, at least let me get you a cab,” he grumbled.

“I can get my own cab,” she retorted primly.

He gave her a long look and Temp took the time to memorize every inch of him. If she didn’t know any better, she would say he was annoyed at her that she wouldn’t let him get her a cab. What did he care about that? He didn’t know her. Maybe he was still hoping she would give in and go home with him. Though, given the knockout who was impatiently waiting for him, she had no idea why she was so keen to hook up with her.