Got Mistletoe? (Mistletoe Madness) by Andi Anderson Page B

and Ryan had barely said more than a few words to him. Instead, Blake shoved his hands in his jacket pocket to keep himself from giving into the temptation to touch again.
    His temptation laughed again. “That’s okay. I was just fooling around with Angela. She’s kind of grouchy today, and she desperately needed to be swept off of her feet.”
    Blake found himself smiling at the man’s laughter. “Well, we all need to be swept off of our feet at one time or another, don’t we?”
    “Especially during this time of year. It gets pretty hectic around here at Christmas time,” the man answered, gesturing around him. For the first time since he had laid eyes on the delectable man, Blake noticed that the aisle they were standing in was congested with customers. Funny how he hadn’t noticed them before while in the presence of this man.
    Suddenly aware that he was keeping the younger man from doing his job, Blake reluctantly decided to get back to the business at hand.
    “Could you tell me what aisle the wrapping paper is at? I’ve looked all over, and I can’t seem to find it.”
    Instead of pointing Blake in the right direction, his elf reached out and lightly took hold of the sleeve of his leather jacket, smiling up at him.
    “Come with me, it’ll be easier to just show you.” He lightly pulled Blake toward him, then let go of his jacket, turned around, and walked in the same direction Blake was facing, giving him a generous look at his delicious ass. The man might be small, but he had an ass that Blake could lose himself in for days and days.
    Now this is a view I could get used to.
    Blake followed his elf down the aisle, hearing the bells jingle off of those ridiculously cute antlers and somehow dodging other customers without taking his eyes off that sweet ass. Blake felt his cock slowly start to harden, taking personal interest in the view before him. He gritted his teeth and, as discreetly as possible, adjusted himself as he followed the adorable man down a few aisles.
     
     
     
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    Ryan could feel the weight of the man’s stare on his back, or perhaps his backside. He fought the nervous urge to turn around and see exactly what the handsome man was looking at, and somehow by sheer determination kept his eyes in front of him.
    The man made him jittery and aware of every step he made.
    What was it about this man that unnerved him so? Ryan had always taken pride in the fact that he could be pretty levelheaded under pressure. But this gorgeous man made him feel self-conscious of every move he made,
    Ryan’s first instinct told him that Sexy Guy was straight, but after the short conversation they’d had—not to mention the weight of those startling blue eyes checking him out as they talked—Ryan was doubting his first impression.
    Ryan hoped he wasn’t reading the signals wrong. He thought he felt Sexy Guy’s attraction to him, but these days you just never knew. Hopefully he really was checking Ryan out, and hopefully he liked what he saw.
    As Ryan dodged a child running past him with a toy car in his hands, his nervousness increased. Even if the man was attracted to him, which would be a very Merry Christmas indeed, should he make the first move? What if he made a total ass of himself again in front of this man? What if he already had a boyfriend or a partner to come home to? Ryan wouldn’t be surprised if the man was indeed already taken, considering how gorgeous he was. Probably by some tall, blonde hunk that could bench press three hundred pounds a day, with a year-round tan and a body to die for.
    Ryan glanced down at his slight form in disgust; as he did, he heard the bells jingle on the antlers he was wearing and silently cursed his luck. This would be how he would run into the man of his dreams, wearing these ridiculous antlers. He fought the urge to snap the band that held the antlers off of his head and run his fingers through his wild red hair. He groaned and shoved his hands in his blue