Holiday With Mr. Right by Carlotte Ashwood Page B

from what had just transpired. What had transpired anyway? She looked around her, noticing from the windows that it was getting dark outside. She’d drawn the lovely bamboo blinds that morning before she went out and hadn’t closed them yet. She turned to look at him, his face in profile and remembered his question. What could she say? That she’d run several continents just to get away from Christmas? What an irony. So she just shrugged again. “Don’t you get enough of Christmas stuff in all the malls?”
    He smiled then. “It’s crazy isn’t it?” It seemed Malaysians went all out when it came to Christmas. They didn’t even let a lack of snow stop them. They created their own snow in the malls with some really sexy little elves sharing fliers to the many events that took place.
    Handing him a spoon she gestured to the ice cream. “It’s melting.”
    Alex took a spoon of the ice cream and as it melted on his tongue and moved to the back of his throat, he had to admit that is was damn good. He found Angie watching him with a twinkle in her eyes. “It’s divine isn’t it?”
    He nodded. “I can’t believe you’re sharing this.”
    “Well, you did save it from falling, which would have been such a waste.”
    “I’m glad I saved it then.”
    Angie caught her breath at the undertone in his voice but decided to ignore it. “Umm.” She was suddenly finding it hard to enjoy her ice cream and not for the first time, she regretted inviting Alex to share it with her, but for a totally different reason this time around. There was something really intimate about sharing a bowl of ice cream with a stranger and the tension between them was so thick you could slice through it with a knife.
    “So tell me something about you that I don’t know.”
    She looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “Are you asking for my life’s history now?”
    “It would be a good place to start.”
    “Hmmm, well let’s see. Okay, I’ll play, but we’ll do it this way. I’ll tell you something about me then you tell me something about you.” Angie wondered what the hell she was thinking. Well, she knew what she was thinking. She was thinking that it had been a year since she’d had sex. A year since any man had caught her interest and going by the way she could feel heat pooling in her center, she knew Alex had caught her interest. He had definitely caught her interest. Going by the look on his face as he’d watched her lick that ice cream spoon, she knew he was more than interested.
    “You mean like truth or dare?”
    She caught her lower lip between her teeth. Dare she? But she already knew her answer. “Sure, why not?” She shrugged, trying to appear casual.
    Alex studied her for a few seconds then his mouth turned up at the edges. Standing up, he took her hands and gently pulled her till she was standing then turned towards the living area.
    “What?” She squeaked but followed.
    He sat on the couch and pulled her down beside him, almost touching but not quite. “If we’re going to do this then we might as well be comfortable.” He said with a grin.
    What the hell, Angie thought and deciding to heed his advice, she got comfortable, folding her limbs beneath her in the lotus position. She looked at him expectantly. “Okay, you first.”
    Alex glanced at her then rested his head on the sofa, hiding a smile. He couldn’t have planned this better. He’d noticed his blond neighbor as soon as she’d moved in and his attraction had been instantaneous, but she’d rebuffed every attempt he’d made to get to know her. With each day his desire for her had spiraled until he’d determined to knock on her door, forcing her to acknowledge him. Fortunately he hadn’t needed to do that, she’d invited him inside. He had no idea what her reasons were and he wasn’t really concerned. It was enough that she’d seen his desire and hadn’t run screaming.
    “Hey, do you want me to go first?” she asked.
    “I have the perfect