Christmas on the Thirteenth Floor

by Lee Jacquot

Because why wouldn’t the CEO of a fortune 500, the asshole of the century, and bane of my existence, be New York’s hottest bachelor?

Maybe if I’m lucky, I’ll get run over by Santa’s reindeer.

Things aren’t always going to be pretty, dove. Some things we get excited about, and work very hard to create, don't always match up to our expectations.

I love pissing people off.

For now, at least.

“I like this game we play, you and I.”

After that, she’s mine, and there won’t be any going back.

“I purchased this dress for you because I knew how it would look on you.”

We step inside, and for the second time in three years, I’m alone with Mr. Chen in an elevator.

“I like on days when you’re feeling down, I can always get you to smile with a simple piece of Lindor’s chocolate.”

“You're mine.”

“Then Christmas it will remain, Miss Cartier.”