Page 10 of Dark Christmas
The envelope I saw at my neighbor’s this morning most likely had my photos in it. And I had literally placed it on top of the muffin box, like it was part of the gift.
My heart skips a beat, and I freeze, staring out the window at his house. Did I unknowingly giftwrap my sexy elf photos and hand-deliver them like some kind of perverted Secret Santa?
I swallow hard, my heart racing. No backing out now. I have to fix this.
Taking a deep breath, I stare across the street, trying to psych myself up. Then, before I can change my mind, I grab my coat, throw it on, and head over.
Chapter 6
Melor
God, she’s fucking sexy.
I can’t stop looking at the pictures.
Each one is a perfect tease, a slow unraveling of her body, the kind of images that stick with you. I almost want to burn them into my memory—every curve, every sly smile, every inch of pale skin. My cock stirs again as I sip my whiskey.
Just as I’m about to start from the beginning again, my phone buzzes with a notification from my Ring cam, followed by a soft chime at the front door. I pick up the phone and swipe to the camera feed, grinning as her image pops up on the screen.
Perfect.
I toss the photos back into the envelope, attempting to seal it, but the glue’s dried up, leaving it half-open. Nothing I can do about that now. I leave the envelope on my desk and set down my glass, descending the stairs and striding to the front door with purpose.
When I reach the door and pull it open, her scent hits me instantly— sugar and cinnamon—a sweetness that mixes perfectly with the sight of her. Her face is even more angelic in person, and for a moment, I’m nearly speechless.
The pictures were incredible, but nothing compares to the real woman.
I catch her eyes as they scan down my body, taking in my frame. She clears her throat, trying to compose herself, but I know I’ve had an effect on her, just as she’s had on me.
Good.
“Hi,” she starts, her voice a little shaky. “I’m Amelia. I’m, um, your neighbor.” She tilts her head backward, toward the small house across the street.
“Melor,” I respond, my voice calm and deep as I extend my hand. Hers is soft and small as she slips it into mine for a brief shake, but the electricity between us is immediate.
“How can I help you?” I ask, playing dumb even though I know exactly why she’s here.
She takes a deep breath, clearly summoning up her courage. “An envelope addressed to me was delivered here by mistake. Did you happen to get it yet?”
I lean against the doorframe, tilting my head slightly, amusement tugging at the corners of my mouth. “An envelope?”
She has no idea just how much I already know.
Her voice is like music—smooth, harmonious, and laced with a softness that makes me wonder how she’d sound if I were to seduce her, make her mine.
She’s dressed simply in a band t-shirt, a worn jean jacket, and tight black jeans that hug her curves. Nothing extravagant, but enough to make my cock stir to life again.
“I did receive a large envelope,” I admit, my eyes holding hers, “and I opened it by mistake.”
Her face flushes immediately, the color moving from her cheeks to her neck in a wave of embarrassment. She looks down for a second, as if debating whether to run or face this head-on.
“Did you… did you look at the contents?”
“I did, as a matter of fact. Not intentionally, of course.”
I nod slowly, watching as her blush deepens, spreading across her face like wildfire. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so sexy. There’s something about her vulnerability in this moment that has my blood pumping faster, my body reacting instinctively.
“Not intentionally?”