Deliciously Erotic Romance Collection (The Blue Room, Frosted Midnight, Haunted Halloween, Frosted Midnight) by Breena Wilde Page A
Authors: Breena Wilde
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I shook my head, working to ignore the sick worry filling my stomach. For some reason I worried that if I put on make up and did myself up for Austin, I’d jinx it and he wouldn’t show. So I’d put on an old pair of jeans and an oversized long-sleeved thermo shirt. My feet were bare, and my wet hair was in a bun. I’d brushed my teeth, shaved my legs, and put deodorant on. Any more would seem hopeful, or so I told myself.
Sara glanced over. “You’ve got a way with words, dear sister.” She indicated the opened laptop.
I chuckled and the rest laughed. “Where’s Emma?” I asked, turning in a circle.
“I put her down for a nap,” my mom said, taking a bite of bacon.
I stole a piece off her plate and shoved it in my mouth. “Mmmmm, delicious.” I went for another but she slapped my hand away.
“Get your own.” She pointed toward a plate on the counter.
I looked over and noticed there was buttered toast as well. I grabbed a plate, took another piece of bacon and two pieces of toast. Homemade strawberry jam sat on the table and I used a knife and covered the toast. “Heather, did you make this?” I asked, taking a bite.
She took a bite of her toast and smiled around the jam. “Yeah, Merry Christmas.”
“You’re eating my present?”
“It isn’t my fault you were in the shower when I brought it over.”
“Still, if it’s mi—”
Someone knocked on the door. I knew who it was, who it had to be. “Austin,” I whispered, my stomach flying into my throat. I stood, but couldn’t go to the door. I was too nervous.
“I’m so excited we finally get to meet him,” Sara said, walking past me and opening the door.
It was Austin. He still wore his jeans, tee shirt, and boots. His hair was pushed back off his face and I could see the crinkles on the sides of his eyes. In his arms were a bundle of wrapped presents.
He’d come back. I covered my mouth, unable to stop the happy giggle that gurgled up my chest.
Austin’s eyes found mine and he winked.
My mom took charge since I couldn’t move, my sisters were gawking, and Austin was still standing in the doorway. “Let the man in, ladies. For goodness sake.” She pushed aside my sisters and pulled him in my house by the arm.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, dear.” My mom helped him tuck the presents under the tree. “Take a seat.”
Austin sat on the center cushion. Liv sat on the left. Heather and Sara sat on the right. My mom took the rocking chair.
“So why don’t you tell us about yourself?” my mom asked, crossing one leg over the other. My sisters leaned in, gigantic grins plastered on their faces.
“Well, okay. I’m from Dallas. I met Willow a couple of summers ago. I fell hard for her and, apparently,” he clasped his hands together and glanced around the room, “I have a daughter.”
Liv patted him on the knee. “What do you do for a living?”
“My family is in the oil business. My great granddaddy started it many years ago. It’s been passed down from father to son and was…” He took a deep breath before continuing, “ultimately passed on to me.”
Holy shit. He belonged to those Merricks. As in Merrick Oil. They had the jingle If you want your car to last, get your gas fast at Meerrrr-iiiiick. They were the biggest oil company in the United States.
I never would’ve guessed by looking at him. His clothes were so casual, and the way he wore his hair—longer. At the moment he even had a little scruff on his face. He didn’t look like a man who was the sole heir to the Merrick fortune.
We were small town people, but we didn’t live under rocks. Everyone knew the Merrick Oil name. My sisters were suddenly excited, all chatting at once. Even my mom’s eyes had perked up. I still hadn’t moved.
This man and I had nothing in common. He was like royalty and I was a mere commoner.
Emma started to cry and I snapped to attention. Austin stood as well. “May I go in with you?”
A hint of a
I shook my head, working to ignore the sick worry filling my stomach. For some reason I worried that if I put on make up and did myself up for Austin, I’d jinx it and he wouldn’t show. So I’d put on an old pair of jeans and an oversized long-sleeved thermo shirt. My feet were bare, and my wet hair was in a bun. I’d brushed my teeth, shaved my legs, and put deodorant on. Any more would seem hopeful, or so I told myself.
Sara glanced over. “You’ve got a way with words, dear sister.” She indicated the opened laptop.
I chuckled and the rest laughed. “Where’s Emma?” I asked, turning in a circle.
“I put her down for a nap,” my mom said, taking a bite of bacon.
I stole a piece off her plate and shoved it in my mouth. “Mmmmm, delicious.” I went for another but she slapped my hand away.
“Get your own.” She pointed toward a plate on the counter.
I looked over and noticed there was buttered toast as well. I grabbed a plate, took another piece of bacon and two pieces of toast. Homemade strawberry jam sat on the table and I used a knife and covered the toast. “Heather, did you make this?” I asked, taking a bite.
She took a bite of her toast and smiled around the jam. “Yeah, Merry Christmas.”
“You’re eating my present?”
“It isn’t my fault you were in the shower when I brought it over.”
“Still, if it’s mi—”
Someone knocked on the door. I knew who it was, who it had to be. “Austin,” I whispered, my stomach flying into my throat. I stood, but couldn’t go to the door. I was too nervous.
“I’m so excited we finally get to meet him,” Sara said, walking past me and opening the door.
It was Austin. He still wore his jeans, tee shirt, and boots. His hair was pushed back off his face and I could see the crinkles on the sides of his eyes. In his arms were a bundle of wrapped presents.
He’d come back. I covered my mouth, unable to stop the happy giggle that gurgled up my chest.
Austin’s eyes found mine and he winked.
My mom took charge since I couldn’t move, my sisters were gawking, and Austin was still standing in the doorway. “Let the man in, ladies. For goodness sake.” She pushed aside my sisters and pulled him in my house by the arm.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, dear.” My mom helped him tuck the presents under the tree. “Take a seat.”
Austin sat on the center cushion. Liv sat on the left. Heather and Sara sat on the right. My mom took the rocking chair.
“So why don’t you tell us about yourself?” my mom asked, crossing one leg over the other. My sisters leaned in, gigantic grins plastered on their faces.
“Well, okay. I’m from Dallas. I met Willow a couple of summers ago. I fell hard for her and, apparently,” he clasped his hands together and glanced around the room, “I have a daughter.”
Liv patted him on the knee. “What do you do for a living?”
“My family is in the oil business. My great granddaddy started it many years ago. It’s been passed down from father to son and was…” He took a deep breath before continuing, “ultimately passed on to me.”
Holy shit. He belonged to those Merricks. As in Merrick Oil. They had the jingle If you want your car to last, get your gas fast at Meerrrr-iiiiick. They were the biggest oil company in the United States.
I never would’ve guessed by looking at him. His clothes were so casual, and the way he wore his hair—longer. At the moment he even had a little scruff on his face. He didn’t look like a man who was the sole heir to the Merrick fortune.
We were small town people, but we didn’t live under rocks. Everyone knew the Merrick Oil name. My sisters were suddenly excited, all chatting at once. Even my mom’s eyes had perked up. I still hadn’t moved.
This man and I had nothing in common. He was like royalty and I was a mere commoner.
Emma started to cry and I snapped to attention. Austin stood as well. “May I go in with you?”
A hint of a
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