His Christmas List Read Online T.L. Swan

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Novella Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
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I glance down at myself. "Well, we have to go shopping then."

"What for?"

"Clothes," I shrug. "Jack…. I'm wearing your sweatpants, your T-shirt and your huge flip flops."

His eyes flick over to me. "And?"

"Well, there is nothing in my suitcase I can wear really. I only packed work clothes for two days." I gesture to myself. "And I look like an old bag in yours."

"Not to me." He turns the corner. "Sexy as fuck in my eyes."

I smirk and stare out the front windshield. I've never been called as sexy as fuck before. It has a certain ring to it, though.

We pick up my things from the car and I call the car rental company to come and collect the car and then we drive into town. There are about five shops and what looks like a few restaurants and a bar, Christmas decorations adorn the windows.

Jack parks the car and I peer out the window. It feels like I am in another world here. It’s so different to my beloved New York. Where are all the people?

"Okay." Jack gets out of the truck and comes around to my side and opens the door.

"What are we doing?" I ask.

"You wanted to go shopping."

"Here?"

He rolls his eyes. "Yes. Here."

I look up and down the street. "There are no clothes shops here."

"Yes, there are, you're blind woman." He goes to lift me out of the car.

"I've got it," I whisper. "My ankle is fine." I limp over to the gutter.

He gives me a smile and takes my hand. "Come on, hop a long."

He leads me into a store at the end of the street. A bell sounds loudly over the door to notify someone of our arrival.

I look around and see there are groceries, alcohol and fruit. "I need clothes," I whisper.

"Up in the back corner."

"What?" I stare at him as my brain misfires. "Here?"

He smirks, amused by my horror. "Yes, Holly."

I limp over to the aisle and peer down toward the back wall. I can see baby supplies and pet food. I make my way down the aisle as I wonder what the hell kind of shop is this?

"Jack," I hear a woman's voice call.

"Oh, hi Michelle," Jack’s deep voice answers.

I keep walking toward the back corner. Oh, I see them now. Three tiny stands of women's clothes.

Fuck… I think his clothes actually are better.

"It's good to see you," the girl’s voice says. "I've missed you at the bar lately.”

Huh?

I frown and peer through the shelf to see who he's talking to. It’s a woman who looks to be in her mid-twenties. Blonde and pretty, she's wearing tight black jeans and an oversized sweater.

"I've been busy," he mutters.

"Doing what?"

"My girlfriend is here from interstate."

"Girlfriend," she gasps. "Since when?"

What the fuck? He's getting picked up at the store now… ugh, I bet the women around here would all be in love with him.

I hobble to the clothes rack and pick up a shirt as I eavesdrop. Oh God, it's hideous. I put it back on the hanger in a rush. I pick up a pair of pants and hold them up. What kind of fucking pants are these? I put them back on the hanger. He'll never touch me again in this crap.

"Who is this girlfriend? Anyone I know?" she asks.

"Nope," he replies curtly, and I can tell he has no patience with her. I get the feeling that Jack gets hit on a lot.

And why wouldn’t he, he's fucking gorgeous.

Ugh.

I pick up a white T-shirt. I could tie it up in a knot at the front to make it fit. Now this… I can work with. I hang it over my arm. I glance over to the men's section…. hmm, that stuff looks better. I hobble over to investigate. I find a pair of black track pants meant for teenage boys. I like those, so I hang them over my arm. Some flannel pyjamas. A black nightdress that I could wear as a dress. I'm getting in the groove now.

Jack ambles up behind me. "How is it going?" he asks as he puts his hand on my behind.

"Who's your friend?" I ask.

He rolls his eyes.

"She likes you."

"Don’t even."

I give him a playful smile and bat my lashes. "I wouldn’t dare."

The girl walks up the aisle and stops dead in her tracks when she sees me. Her eyes drop to Jack’s hand on my behind. "Hello," she says flatly as she looks me up and down.

Oh…she likes him alright.

"Do you need any help?" she asks.

I fake a smile. "Do you have any wedding dresses?"

Jack drops his head to hide his smile.

Her eyes widen. "What?"

I smile sweetly. "Is that a no?"

"No," she snaps. "We don’t."

"Hmm, pity." I shrug and I go back to looking through the rack while she storms off.

Jack takes me in his arms from behind. "Not nice," he whispers in my ear.



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