I glanced at Mr. Kayn sitting on the seat opposite mine. We were in a chauffeured limousine, my first time riding in one. And he was busy on a business call as usual. I had been picked up ten minutes ago, and the driver had loaded all my bags into the car.
Mr. Kayn had been on the phone at the time, and he hadn’t even bothered to greet me. I hopped into the car and took the bench seat opposite him with my purse and laptop in hand. I’d been working on a few items when my mother called.
“I did try to explain, Mama.”
“You couldn’t have. Anyone with half a heart would have said yes unless he’s a Scrooge.”
I rolled my eyes and didn’t say a word. I couldn’t with him sitting across from me. After all, that was exactly what the staff at Scenic Vista Landscaping called him.
“He is a Scrooge, isn’t he?” my mother shouted in my ear.
I looked over at Mr. Kayn, who happened to be staring at me at that moment. My stomach squeezed tightly, and I wondered if he had heard her voice through the phone. She wasn’t exactly quiet.
“Uhm, Mama, I have to go. We’re almost at the airport now. I’ll call you after I land and I’m settled in my hotel, okay?”
“Okay, baby. You be safe out there, and make sure that he knows what your family thinks about how he’s treating our baby at this time of the year.”
“Mm-hmm. Sure, Mama.”
I was the baby of the family, and everyone treated me as such. It didn’t bother me that they all handled me with kid gloves. I knew that it stemmed from their desire and need to protect me as the youngest.
I glanced up at Mr. Kayn as he ended his call. I hummed a tune from an old Christmas movie as I typed on my laptop.
“Do you have to?”
I glanced up.
“Excuse me?”
“All that Christmas humming you’ve been doing since we picked you up. ’Bout to drive me out my damn mind,” he mumbled.
Those gorgeous, stern features on that sepia-colored face were contorted into a mask of discontentment.
“Actually, yes, I do feel the need to do that. Christmas songs and humming tunes at this time of the year keep me in the spiritof the season. It’s so easy to get caught up in the world and the hustle and bustle that we forget to focus on what’s important.”
“Which is?” His sleepy, nut-brown bedroom eyes bore into me as if he wanted to really know the answer to that question.
“Family values. Love. The spirit of the season, which is about Christ’s birth and His love for us. Traditions.”
“Traditions?”
“Yeah, you know, family traditions for the seasons.”
“Mmph.” He grumbled and turned his gaze out of the window.
“Don’t you have any?”
“No.”
“Don’t you have anything that you remember doing as a kid that still holds a special place in your heart?”
“No.”
“Come on. You had to have baked cookies, wrapped gifts, decorated the tree, or something. I’m sure if you search your mind diligently, you’ll find something that brings a smile to your heart.”
Mr. Kayn’s gaze grew heavy as he took me in from head to toe, and a slight smile lifted those plump, wide lips. My heart lurched in my chest, and I crossed my legs to ease the way my pussy throbbed below.
“I’m guessing you came up with something.”
