The Naughty List by Lexie Davis Page A

out some kind of container with delicious smelling enchiladas
inside. He waved it in front of her nose just enough to catch her attention.
Yes, food. That’s what she needed. It might just make her feel better.
    “Get
yourself something to drink and I’ll heat this up. John makes the best damn enchiladas
in the city and I’m not saying that because I sleep with him.” Roger put the
container in the microwave and pressed a few buttons. “You’ll feel better and
you can get back to work.”
    The
Christmas song changed to “It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year.” She made
a barfing noise and Roger snorted. There was nothing great about the holiday
season. People were more greedy, more arrogant and completely horrible. Not to
mention it was cold. Usually a wet kind of cold too. She couldn’t wear her designer
shoes to work because the sludge on the sidewalks of Manhattan would make them
dirty. She didn’t dare to wear light colors either so she always looked like
she was in mourning or going to a funeral. It was completely drab and horrible.
    The
microwave beeped and Roger set the steaming food before her. She lifted one and
took a bite, the taste nearly orgasmic on her tongue. Roger arched an eyebrow
and she ignored him.
    “Ms.
Walsh, please report to Mr. Whalen’s office,” the intercom buzzed.
    “Ah,
crap.” She took another bite and then another, basically scarfing the food down
as fast as she could before she stood. She pointed to that dish. “Don’t touch
it. Don’t let anyone else touch it either. I’ll be back in a moment.”
    She
took a sip of her drink and left, heading to her boss’s office. What could he
possibly want with her now?
    ****
    Scott
Whalen stood at the large windows in his office overlooking the city below. He
loved this time of year. Loved how magical the city became. There was something
about Christmas that always brought out the best in people and made things a
bit easier in life. For many years, he spent his holiday serving homeless
people food at the shelter and he loved every moment of it.
    Then
there was Piper.
    She
was one of the best employees he had. Smart, hardworking, beautiful. God, she
was beautiful. Classic beauty. He could picture her looking good in anything or
nothing at all. They spent some time together in the Bahamas when they were
doing promotion for the company and he almost invited her to his hotel room.
She was a sexy woman that he wouldn’t mind tying to his bed.
    Opening
his office door, she let herself in and closed it behind her. “You wanted to
see me?”
    He
stayed where he was, watching her. Today, she’d dressed in a pink blouse with
ruffles on the front and matched it with a tight black pencil skirt. Her long
shapely legs looked great in the black heels. Her long blond hair was pulled
back into a ponytail and it looked completely perfect on her. Some women tried
too hard to be beautiful, and for some women it came naturally. Piper was in
the latter category.
      “I’d like an update on where we are with the
Christmas office party.”
    She
gave a slight frown. She hated the holidays. He could spot that a mile away.
“Everything is in order. We’ll start setting up after work today. The party
starts at eight and goes to midnight.”
    He
moved to his chair and sat back against the plush leather. “I’m curious. Why is
it that you hate Christmas?”
    She
blinked a few times. “Honestly?”
    “Yeah.
Tell me.”
    She
licked her lips and he felt it in his cock. “I don’t have family. I don’t have
people to buy gifts for or to visit and eat myself into a coma. Roger and I
always get each other something but I don’t see the point. After all the
festivities are over, I go home to an empty apartment just like any other day.
There is no need for me to make a fuss over a stupid holiday that is
notoriously known for being a family holiday.”
    Scott
nodded. He was in a similar boat, but he always spent his time giving back.
Homeless shelters