Unexpected Angel: Unexpected Angel / Undercover Elf

Meg paused. “What do you mean? Has something happened? You sound upset.”

“I’m fine,” she said, throwing the bag open.

“You’re lying,” Meg countered. “I can always tell when you’re lying, even over the phone. What’s up?”

Holly paused, wondering if she should tell Meg the entire story or just the bare facts. “All right. There’s this man. Actually, Eric Marrin’s father, Alex. And we have a—a thing between us.”

“A thing? Did you get all prissy with him? You know how men hate that. I’m always telling you, you have to be more flexible and more—”

“I wasn’t prissy!” She sat down on the edge of the bed. “Just the opposite. Whenever I’m around him, we end up kissing. Or almost kissing.”

“You kissed a man?” Meg took a moment to digest the startling news. “You kissed a man! We are talking about on the lips, aren’t we?”

“Once. He almost kissed me in the snow and in the kitchen. And then, there was the time he kissed my finger, but that doesn’t count.”

“It doesn’t?” Meg asked.

“Well, I don’t think kissing a girl’s hurt finger can qualify as a sexual overture.”

“Honey, just because I haven’t had a date in six months, doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy yourself.”

“I have a reputation to protect,” Holly replied.

“Now you are being prissy.”

“I can’t allow myself to have personal feelings for a client.” She held her breath, hoping that Meg wouldn’t realize that Alex Marrin wasn’t exactly a client. Since he wasn’t footing the bill for her time and effort, then she was completely free to strip naked and dance around his kitchen in her apron and oven mitts if she felt so inclined. “Please, Meg, you have to help me. If I stay here, I’m not sure what I’ll do.”

“Gee, you might just go crazy and make wild, passionate love to the guy. And that might be exactly what you need!” Meg cried. “Holly, you have your life so perfectly planned right down to the underwear you’re going to wear next Thursday. Maybe it’s time you tried a little spontaneity.”

“This is not about my character flaws, Meg! This is about sex! Sex with a man who’s probably really, really good at it. Needless to say, I’m very bad at it. Now, if you want to be hanging tinsel with me next Christmas, you better pack your bags and take the first train north.”

“I’ve got work to finish here,” Meg protested. “The soonest I can get on a train is tomorrow morning.”

Holly wasn’t in the mood to argue any longer. It would require her to convince Meg that her business reputation was more precious to her than a few nights of torrid sex with Alex Marrin. And right now, even she knew that would be a lie.

She gave Meg a few more instructions, listened to a recitation of her phone messages, then hung up, placing the phone softly in the cradle. With a quiet moan, Holly buried her face in her hands and flopped back onto the bed. How could she have made such a mess of this all? Perhaps if she’d just been firm that first time he almost kissed her.

But it went back farther than that. From the moment they’d met in the horse barn, she felt it. A force drawing them together, magnetic, powerful and completely uncontrollable. As if all her carefully cultivated reserve had suddenly vanished, Holly felt like a woman driven by impulse rather than good common sense.

Rolling over on her stomach, she grabbed the phone book from the bedside table and flipped through it, looking for a cab company, desperate to do something sensible. Though the train didn’t leave until that afternoon, the sooner she made her escape, the easier it would be on all of them.

The owner of Schuyler Falls’ only cab company answered after seven or eight rings and sounded as if he’d just crawled out of bed. She made arrangements for him to pick her up at the end of the driveway in a half hour. That would give her enough time to finish packing and write a quick note to Eric explaining her sudden departure.

When she had finally stuffed the last bit of clothing into her suitcase, she quickly snapped it shut then grabbed her coat. Holly took one last look around the room, then walked out of the tack house. The sun wasn’t even up, but the yard lights lit the way up to the house. She hurried across the porch, eager to avoid the barns, also brightly blazing with light.

But as she turned the corner on the tack house porch, she ran face first into a lean, hard, finely muscled chest, clothed in a familiar canvas jacket. Her bag slipped out of her hand and landed squarely on the toe of her shoe. Holly yelped in pain, then hopped around on one foot. When the pain subsided, she managed to look up into Alex’s face.

His eyes darted to her bag. “What’s this?” he asked with a frown.

Wincing with pain, Holly snatched up her suitcase and moved around him. “I’m leaving,” she said, limping as fast as she could.

“Today?”

“You can finish the other trees and put up the garland around the door and the mantels. You only wanted me to stay for three days and I did.”

He fell into step beside her as she started down the porch steps. “That was then,” he said. “We discussed this and I told you I—”

“It doesn’t make a difference. I think it would be best if I left. I’ve called my assistant, Meghan O’Malley. She’ll be arriving here tomorrow to tie up any loose ends.”

“But Eric wants you,” Alex said, placing his hand on her elbow. “You’re his Christmas angel.” He drew a long breath, then sighed. “This isn’t because I kissed you, is it?”

Holly laughed dryly, ignoring the tiny tremor that raced through her body as his fingers clutched her arm. “Don’t flatter yourself,” she lied. She pulled out of his grasp, but as soon as her foot hit the walk, it skidded out from under her. She bumped down onto the icy walk, rebruising her already bruised backside.

What was it with this place? When Alex wasn’t sweeping her off her feet and kissing her, she managed to sweep herself off her own feet at every turn! Intent on putting some distance between them, she struggled to stand. “I don’t want to be anyone’s angel,” she said.

Alex reached out to help her up, but she slapped his hand away, knowing precisely what his touch could do to her. She brushed the snow off the back of her coat, then hoisted up her bag again and set off at a quicker pace. This time he didn’t bother to follow her. “Eric will like Meg. She’s really much better with children than I am.”

“You’re pretty damn good with kids yourself.”

Holly stopped, stunned by the unsolicited compliment. She slowly turned to find him staring at her, his gaze fierce, unwavering. “Do you really think so?” she asked.

His expression softened. “Don’t go. Eric will miss you. I don’t want him to pay for my mistakes.”

“Then you admit kissing me was a mistake?” Holly asked, not really ready to hear his answer.

“No. That’s not what I meant.”

“What is it you want from me?”

Alex’s jaw tightened and he shook his head, his mood darkening in the blink of an eye. “Am I supposed to know? I don’t know how I feel about you, Holly. Or what I want. I don’t think you do, either. But we’re never going to find out if you run back to New York like some scared little rabbit.”

“I came here to do a job,” she said. “But I can’t do my job if you’re trying to kiss me at every turn.”

“And you feel like you’re betraying your fiancé?”

Holly frowned. “My fian—oh, yes. My fiancé. That’s exactly how I feel,” she murmured, nearly forgetting the lie she’d told him the night before.

“An engaged woman doesn’t just go around kissing other men,” he said.

Holly gasped. “I—I don’t kiss at all! You’re the one who kissed me. And you don’t kiss like a gentleman!”

A sardonic grin touched his lips. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Exactly my point. You are no gentleman.” She spun on her heel and started back down the walk, this time avoiding the icy patches. But her progress was stopped when his hand grasped her arm. To fend him off, she swung her suitcase at him. But in her haste to pack, she’d neglected to secure the latches firmly and it flew open, sending her clothes flying over the snow.

Lacy black panties fell at his feet and he bent down to pick them up. He held them out, hooked on one finger and when she reached for them, he snatched them away. “You accuse me of being no gentleman. I’d say these prove you’re not the lady you claim to be.”

Holly glared at him, her anger bubbling inside. But beneath the anger, there was something else, something more powerful. An impulse, an urge to walk right up to him and kiss him again, to prove what he already knew. To make him feel exactly the way he made her feel. She took a step toward him, grabbed his face between her hands and gave him a punishing kiss, her tongue invading his mouth, her teeth grazing his lower lip. When she was quite positive she’d gotten the desired reaction, she stepped back and shrugged nonchalantly. “Keep the panties then. You can use them to decorate the other Christmas tree.”