On The First Night Of Christmas... - Plot & Excerpts
CHAPTER ELEVEN‘IT’S Sunday!’ Cassie stared at the Sunday papers she’d just noticed folded on the coffee table, the spoon of muesli poised in mid-air. ‘It can’t be.’Jace glanced up from the plate of Cumberland sausage and eggs he’d been tucking into. ‘That’s correct. Sunday usually comes right after Saturday.’Cassie plopped the spoon back into her bowl. ‘But Sunday is Christmas Eve.’‘Is it?’ Jace said, apparently unconcerned as he sliced into his sausage.Cassie blinked. Watching him as he chewed the meat, then swallowed, her mind having gone completely blank. How could this have happened? She’d arrived at his hotel suite on the night of the twentieth of December. And now it was the morning of the twenty-fourth!Which meant, even with her atrocious maths skills, that they’d spent three whole days cocooned in his hotel suite. Ordering in room service and indulging in an orgy of sexual pleasures, fulfilling every prurient fantasy she’d ever had, not to mention a great deal more that she’d never even dreamed of.‘I can’t believe it’s nearly Christmas Day already,’ she murmured, feeling disorientated.Three whole days.
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