The Mistletoe Bet

by Maren Moore

I’m here for a week, and my life is not some cliché Hallmark movie where the corporate girl falls for the sweet, small-town guy when she comes home for Christmas to save the family business or some other contrived festive nonsense. Nope. Absolutely not happening.

Sure, not gonna fall for brothers best friend and live happily ever after lol

“Sorry, Little Scott, but being the only person around here with real Christmas spirit, you know how important it is to me to follow the holiday traditions. And the mistletoe?” He points above us. “It’s one of the most important ones.”

Before I can even respond, he pulls me to him, sealing his lips over mine and silencing my protest. Parker Grant is kissing me. Parker Grant is kissing me!

“You know what, Quinn?” Parker says, closing the space he just put between us. “I bet you, right here, right now, that if you give me these seven days you’re home, I can make you fall in love with Christmas all over again.”

Fall in love with Christmas or fall in love with you?

“Okay, so we obviously want a tree that’s really thick and girthy. Make sure it’s full of fluff and the circumference is wide. Got it.” Jeez, who knew that talking about Christmas trees could be so…dirty?

I like the tall, full trees, and Parker is more drawn to short, fat trees, and honestly, it’s a travesty.

Yeah definitely dirty talk lol. He likes em thick