Secret Santa: Holiday Love, #4

By Rhian Cahill

Sometimes what you wish for isn't what you need.

 

All Jenn wants this Christmas is to be alone. She has nothing to be merry about and no one to share it with even if she did. But Secret Santa has other ideas.

 

Morgan can't stand the sadness he sees in the eyes of the woman he loves and with the help of Secret Santa he'll bring back Jenn's Christmas cheer.

 

For a woman who's lost everyone she loves, risking her heart again could be exactly what she needs.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rhian Cahill
• Release date: Nov 29, 2023
• ISBN: 9781925375565

Rhian Cahill

Rhian Cahill is the alter ego of a former stay-at-home mother of four. With motherly duties rapidly dwindling Rhian is able to make use of the fertile imagination she used to keep herself sane for all those years of slavery. Having spent some years living overseas and visiting tropical climates has helped inspire some steamy stories. Multi-published in erotic romance and contemporary romance, Rhian, with the help of Mr. Muse, spends her days and nights writing. When not glued to the keyboard you'll find her book or knitting in hand avoiding any and all housework as much as possible.   To find out more, visit Rhian on her website and subscribe to her newsletter.  You can also follow Rhian on Facebook ,Instagram and Twitter. 

Book preview

Chapter One

NOVEMBER 25TH

Morgan quickly put the set of small, yellow envelopes in his pocket. He could hear Jenn out in the corridor and didn’t want to get caught rigging the Secret Santa lottery.

It was going to be risky enough getting her to pick an envelope now before the rest of the staff arrived. Pushing back his chair, he grabbed the fake batch of yellow packets and headed out of his office.

He found his manager in the wine cellar, checking the night’s special selection. Hey, Jenn.

She jumped as she glanced over her shoulder. Oh, hey. Didn’t realize anyone else was in yet.

Morgan smiled. I’m always in.

True. Jenn shook her head as she bent over to slide a bottle out of a lower rack, offering him the perfect view of her rear end in the process.

His gut clenched, his groin stirring to life at the sight of her sexy curves. He had to clear the lump in his throat before he could speak.

Here. You get to take first pick. He held out his hand, the envelopes fanned out like a deck of cards.

Hmm… She straightened as she turned to face him. Oh, right.

Making a huge show of her decision, she went from one end of the fan to the other and back again several times. He had to bite his cheek to hold back a laugh. If she only knew…

No matter which one she plucked from his hand, she’d end up with the same person.

Him.

And he’d end up with her, because her name wasn’t even going in to the draw this year.

It was past time he made his move.

They’d danced around their attraction from day one. That was over two years ago now and he had had enough.

He wanted her.

And not just in his bed.

If that was all he wanted, there were a number of women of his acquaintance who would willingly spread their legs for him.

Of course, they all thought they could win his heart, but that had been off limits long before Jenn had come into his life and stolen it right out of his chest while he wasn’t paying attention.

He was paying attention now.

He found it amusing that the one woman he wanted chose to ignore him most of the time. Unless it was work related, she kept her distance. But she liked him.

Morgan was one hundred percent sure she did.

The sparks firing between them couldn’t be one sided. Add in the occasional hungry look he’d intercepted and he was more than convinced the attraction went both ways.

Is the limit still fifty? Jenn asked as she finally plucked an envelope from his hand.

Snapped out of his thoughts, he met her gaze. Huh? Oh, yes. Fifty dollars. But you don’t have to spend that much.

He didn’t want her stretching herself thin and he knew she’d gone into debt to cover the medical bills her parents incurred before their deaths.

No worries. She tucked the envelope in her back pocket as she turned back to her task.

Aren’t you going to open it? he asked, even though he knew whose name was written on the little slip of paper inside.

No. It’s supposed to be a secret Santa. That means only I get to know who I’m buying a gift for. She didn’t bother to turn away from what she was doing to answer him.

He frowned. He’d wanted to see her reaction when she read his name. Right. Well, I better get to work. I’ve got to prep this weekend’s desserts before we open at six.

Oh, John called to say he was running late, but as he’ll only be delayed thirty minutes or so I didn’t bother to get anyone in to cover. I can pick up any slack before he gets here. She spun around and slammed into him. Oops, sorry. Didn’t realize you were right behind me.

He grabbed her hips to steady her. The temptation to pull her closer was huge, but he forced himself to let go and take a step back to give them both breathing space. My fault.

She smiled and his gut tightened, his insides shuddering with the impact of the simple curving of her lips. Don’t you have food to prepare?

Yes, yes. Sorry. He smiled and took another step away from temptation. I’m a bit distracted today.

What has your attention if not your prized restaurant? She asked.

He’d love to tell her the truth.

Would love to say you while wrapping his hand around her neck and pulling her in for a kiss, but she wasn’t ready for that. She’d back right away and he’d never be able to