One Hot Winter Break (Yardley College Chronicles Book 2) by Sharon Page
Authors: Sharon Page
Ads: Link
impossible things on you.”
“It is no problem, Miss Mia,” Piers insists.
His name for me is quaint, and Piers is a sweetheart. I give me a hug and thank him from the bottom of my heart.
I’m hoping ‘Plan Xmas’ turns out to be the perfect gift.
Because a girl like me, a girl from Milltown who has no money, can’t give him anything more than this.
Chapter Eight
It’s Christmas morning, and Jonathon has no clue what I’m about to spring on him. I haven’t wished him Merry Christmas—I’m waiting until he discovers the surprise. He hasn’t said it to me either, though he greeted me by nibbling my neck and pinching my nipples in a way that made me whimper with delight.
At eight, Piers does his job. I meet him at the door to the villa. Jonathon is outside, starting breakfast on the terrace. Piers and I confer quickly, then he hurries out to Jonathon. “I beg your pardon, sir, but I need to take you to the front desk.”
Jonathon looks surprised, but agrees to go.
I try to look completely innocent as they leave.
Five minutes later, I answer the door to the crew who are going to help me implement my Christmas plot.
Piers offered to use a fake phone call to lure Jonathon away, but I feared getting him and the front desk staff in trouble. My solution? Give Jonathon a gift there. The staff loved the idea, and decided to add in gifts of their own, after they realized that Jonathon had never really had a Christmas. Of course, I hadn’t meant to let that out of the bag and I swore them to secrecy. Since Jonathon has a closet full of bondage toys here, I guess he must trust their discretion.
In my bedroom, I finish wrapping the rest of Jonathon’s gifts. When I head back out to the enormous living room, I breathe in the brisk scent of fresh pine. An eight-foot tree stands in the corner of the living room. Tiny white lights sparkle on the deep green needles, and red ribbons and bows swirls around the tree. Boxes of glittering gold, red, and white ornaments await me. Piers pulled this off to perfection. He even acquired the tacky tinsel I always loved to drape on the tree.
“How did Piers do all this?” I ask, in awe.
One of the young stewards is waiting for me, carrying a stepladder. He shrugs. “Don’t know where he got the tree. Had it flown in fresh.”
My heart sinks. How in will I pay for that? Piers must have forgotten the budget I gave him, and assumed he should do this in the style Jonathon could afford.
Damn.
With the young guy holding the ladder, I get the ornaments hung in record time. I put the tinsel on the way I used to as a kid: strewn in large glops. I don’t want the tree to look too slick. I wanted it to look like the tree I’d have for Christmas. We never had one quite this big, but I know I can give it a homey Christmas feel.
I hear the engine of one of the golf carts. Jonathon has returned.
Quickly, I arrange his presents around the tree. They are in three boxes that I decorated until they look sumptuous, using paper and bows and ribbon Piers got for me.
I hear the front door of the villa open. “Mia?” Jonathon calls. His voice is husky.
“I’m in the living room.” Bursting with excitement. I smile as he walks in and stops dead.
“What the—?”
“Merry Christmas,” I breathe.
His dark brows draw together. “You set this up without talking to me? You wanted a traditional Christmas so much?” He’s holding the box I left for him at the front desk. He hadn’t opened it.
He looks confused, annoyed. It’s so not what I expected. I thought I would touch his heart and make a dream come true. Shakily, I say, “I thought it would be fun. When you said you’d never had a Christmas with family, I thought I’d like to share one with you.”
“I don’t celebrate Christmas, because it’s filled with damned bad shit for me. My mother died on Christmas Eve.”
“Oh my god.” That startles me. I guess I should have asked. “What happened?” Those
“It is no problem, Miss Mia,” Piers insists.
His name for me is quaint, and Piers is a sweetheart. I give me a hug and thank him from the bottom of my heart.
I’m hoping ‘Plan Xmas’ turns out to be the perfect gift.
Because a girl like me, a girl from Milltown who has no money, can’t give him anything more than this.
Chapter Eight
It’s Christmas morning, and Jonathon has no clue what I’m about to spring on him. I haven’t wished him Merry Christmas—I’m waiting until he discovers the surprise. He hasn’t said it to me either, though he greeted me by nibbling my neck and pinching my nipples in a way that made me whimper with delight.
At eight, Piers does his job. I meet him at the door to the villa. Jonathon is outside, starting breakfast on the terrace. Piers and I confer quickly, then he hurries out to Jonathon. “I beg your pardon, sir, but I need to take you to the front desk.”
Jonathon looks surprised, but agrees to go.
I try to look completely innocent as they leave.
Five minutes later, I answer the door to the crew who are going to help me implement my Christmas plot.
Piers offered to use a fake phone call to lure Jonathon away, but I feared getting him and the front desk staff in trouble. My solution? Give Jonathon a gift there. The staff loved the idea, and decided to add in gifts of their own, after they realized that Jonathon had never really had a Christmas. Of course, I hadn’t meant to let that out of the bag and I swore them to secrecy. Since Jonathon has a closet full of bondage toys here, I guess he must trust their discretion.
In my bedroom, I finish wrapping the rest of Jonathon’s gifts. When I head back out to the enormous living room, I breathe in the brisk scent of fresh pine. An eight-foot tree stands in the corner of the living room. Tiny white lights sparkle on the deep green needles, and red ribbons and bows swirls around the tree. Boxes of glittering gold, red, and white ornaments await me. Piers pulled this off to perfection. He even acquired the tacky tinsel I always loved to drape on the tree.
“How did Piers do all this?” I ask, in awe.
One of the young stewards is waiting for me, carrying a stepladder. He shrugs. “Don’t know where he got the tree. Had it flown in fresh.”
My heart sinks. How in will I pay for that? Piers must have forgotten the budget I gave him, and assumed he should do this in the style Jonathon could afford.
Damn.
With the young guy holding the ladder, I get the ornaments hung in record time. I put the tinsel on the way I used to as a kid: strewn in large glops. I don’t want the tree to look too slick. I wanted it to look like the tree I’d have for Christmas. We never had one quite this big, but I know I can give it a homey Christmas feel.
I hear the engine of one of the golf carts. Jonathon has returned.
Quickly, I arrange his presents around the tree. They are in three boxes that I decorated until they look sumptuous, using paper and bows and ribbon Piers got for me.
I hear the front door of the villa open. “Mia?” Jonathon calls. His voice is husky.
“I’m in the living room.” Bursting with excitement. I smile as he walks in and stops dead.
“What the—?”
“Merry Christmas,” I breathe.
His dark brows draw together. “You set this up without talking to me? You wanted a traditional Christmas so much?” He’s holding the box I left for him at the front desk. He hadn’t opened it.
He looks confused, annoyed. It’s so not what I expected. I thought I would touch his heart and make a dream come true. Shakily, I say, “I thought it would be fun. When you said you’d never had a Christmas with family, I thought I’d like to share one with you.”
“I don’t celebrate Christmas, because it’s filled with damned bad shit for me. My mother died on Christmas Eve.”
“Oh my god.” That startles me. I guess I should have asked. “What happened?” Those
Similar Books
