Never play bedroom games with Santa…!
Weston bloody Kincaid The rick prick who wore £7000 suits like he was doing them a favor.
When he wasn’t filling out his doctor’s scrubs like they were tailormade for him.
Exactly the kind of a’hole who needed to be taken down a notch.
Definitely not the kind you want to spend an extended period of time with.
Absolutely not stuck with him in a remote cabin, during the holiday season.
Totally completely not snowed in together over Christmas… help!
He’s arrogant, obnoxious, over the top cruel… ugh!He’s also swoony, and so hot.
Omigod!
No, I really don’t like him, not one bit *cough*
Especially not that panty-melting smirk of his that drives me a bit bonkers.
I’d arrived at the cabin to take a break from my career as a pastry chef.
He came to recover from an accident.
Double booked, imagine that! *thank YOU God*No, wait, I spoke too soon.
I loathe his grumpy disposition.
He hates my guts.
I love baking.
The man abhors desserts.
WTF?
Forced to share a bedroom *gulp* we barely tolerate each other.
Then the electricity in town is disrupted.
By candlelight, the antagonism between us crackles even brighter.
It’s him, me, and a whole lotta chocolate cake I’d baked to get me through the festive season.
Things go steadily downhill.
Until he dares me…
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