epic as last year. It had to be.
Chapter Two
Tarrah stared up at the flashing red ATM screen.
Out of Order.
God frickin’ dammit . The Christmas gods were apparently not as horny as she was. She sighed and turned on her iPod, ridding her Camry of the radio’s Peanuts tune. As much as she loved Mr. Shultz and his holiday greatness, Lady Gaga’s “Christmas Tree” was more suited to her mood.
She hugged herself, her heart beating fast in her chest as she thought about Swanson’s mouth and all the talented things he could do with it. He would definitely agree with Ms. Gaga and her “Christmas Tree” lyrics. She felt a tickling sensation between her thighs and squeezed them together as she dropped her head back on the headrest. Oh, Swanson…those delicious things you do… The honking of the car behind her tore her from her reverie.
Goodnight, how long had she been sitting in the ATM drive-thru?
Sitting upright, her face flooded with heat. She maneuvered the car from the drive-thru and jetted into a parking space.
The December air hit her like a ton of bricks. Frickin’ Midwest and its frickin’ cold-as-a-witch’s-tit winters. It was worth it to endure the environment to be there though. She had to have some kind of normalcy after spending her childhood overseas and this place was it.
Her heels slipped and slid from the snow she tracked in as she made it into the bank, but she composed herself and casually went to the counter for a withdrawal slip. She shook her hips the whole way, ignoring the bank’s Christmas Muzak . She was still thinking about Swanson and what he would soon be doing to her “Christmas tree.”
“ATM problems, too?”
Still in her Gaga daze, she barely glanced up to see another withdrawal slip being shaken in her peripheral vision. She went back to work on hers. “Yeah, Merry Christmas, right?” She laughed.
The stranger chuckled. “Yeah, apparently we all have nothing better to do than come inside the bank today.”
Tarrah nodded with a smile, tapping her heel as she made out her slip.
“Everybody freeze! This isn’t a joke!”
Tarrah’s heart skyrocketed into her throat. She whipped around to see three men clad in black from head to toe, each packing a gun. One went to the counter and slapped it with his palms. “Now, let’s make this nice and easy. Give us everything you’ve got and we’ll be on our way.”
Tarrah felt the nausea turn in her stomach. She could potentially die in a matter of minutes. With her luck, she’d probably be shot by a rogue bullet during the robbery’s shuffle. When she woke up this morning, she expected her annual lay, but was instead gifted with a damn robbery. Really Christmas gods? Really?
The other two men walked about the room. “Everybody down!” they shouted throughout the bank.
Tarrah dropped to her knees as requested, smacking her head on the counter on her way down. Before she could even hit the tiles, an arm wrapped around her waist and carried her in the opposite direction of the danger in front of her.
Now, Tarrah had never flown before—well, except inside a plane that is—but she imagined that this is what it would feel like if she did. She seemed to be gliding through the air like a jet plane with a set of strong arms encasing her. Before she knew it, she was taken from the scene of the robbery entirely and into a hall. From there, she was carried into another room. The lights came on and the arms left her body. She stood there, completely in a daze, as a door closed behind her.
Chapter Three
What the heck happened?
“Hey, are you okay?”
Tarrah recognized the voice as the stranger she’d spoken to before. She turned around, seeking out the owner of the voice with the strong arms. Her eyes landed on him and her first thought was: Swanson, who?
He stood there tall and dashing, peering down at her with a set of mesmerizing sapphire eyes. It wasn’t the eyes that had her sex-drive squealing into
Chapter Two
Tarrah stared up at the flashing red ATM screen.
Out of Order.
God frickin’ dammit . The Christmas gods were apparently not as horny as she was. She sighed and turned on her iPod, ridding her Camry of the radio’s Peanuts tune. As much as she loved Mr. Shultz and his holiday greatness, Lady Gaga’s “Christmas Tree” was more suited to her mood.
She hugged herself, her heart beating fast in her chest as she thought about Swanson’s mouth and all the talented things he could do with it. He would definitely agree with Ms. Gaga and her “Christmas Tree” lyrics. She felt a tickling sensation between her thighs and squeezed them together as she dropped her head back on the headrest. Oh, Swanson…those delicious things you do… The honking of the car behind her tore her from her reverie.
Goodnight, how long had she been sitting in the ATM drive-thru?
Sitting upright, her face flooded with heat. She maneuvered the car from the drive-thru and jetted into a parking space.
The December air hit her like a ton of bricks. Frickin’ Midwest and its frickin’ cold-as-a-witch’s-tit winters. It was worth it to endure the environment to be there though. She had to have some kind of normalcy after spending her childhood overseas and this place was it.
Her heels slipped and slid from the snow she tracked in as she made it into the bank, but she composed herself and casually went to the counter for a withdrawal slip. She shook her hips the whole way, ignoring the bank’s Christmas Muzak . She was still thinking about Swanson and what he would soon be doing to her “Christmas tree.”
“ATM problems, too?”
Still in her Gaga daze, she barely glanced up to see another withdrawal slip being shaken in her peripheral vision. She went back to work on hers. “Yeah, Merry Christmas, right?” She laughed.
The stranger chuckled. “Yeah, apparently we all have nothing better to do than come inside the bank today.”
Tarrah nodded with a smile, tapping her heel as she made out her slip.
“Everybody freeze! This isn’t a joke!”
Tarrah’s heart skyrocketed into her throat. She whipped around to see three men clad in black from head to toe, each packing a gun. One went to the counter and slapped it with his palms. “Now, let’s make this nice and easy. Give us everything you’ve got and we’ll be on our way.”
Tarrah felt the nausea turn in her stomach. She could potentially die in a matter of minutes. With her luck, she’d probably be shot by a rogue bullet during the robbery’s shuffle. When she woke up this morning, she expected her annual lay, but was instead gifted with a damn robbery. Really Christmas gods? Really?
The other two men walked about the room. “Everybody down!” they shouted throughout the bank.
Tarrah dropped to her knees as requested, smacking her head on the counter on her way down. Before she could even hit the tiles, an arm wrapped around her waist and carried her in the opposite direction of the danger in front of her.
Now, Tarrah had never flown before—well, except inside a plane that is—but she imagined that this is what it would feel like if she did. She seemed to be gliding through the air like a jet plane with a set of strong arms encasing her. Before she knew it, she was taken from the scene of the robbery entirely and into a hall. From there, she was carried into another room. The lights came on and the arms left her body. She stood there, completely in a daze, as a door closed behind her.
Chapter Three
What the heck happened?
“Hey, are you okay?”
Tarrah recognized the voice as the stranger she’d spoken to before. She turned around, seeking out the owner of the voice with the strong arms. Her eyes landed on him and her first thought was: Swanson, who?
He stood there tall and dashing, peering down at her with a set of mesmerizing sapphire eyes. It wasn’t the eyes that had her sex-drive squealing into
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