Her First Noel by Dani Wyatt

When I walk into the party, my skirt is too tight. My heels are too high. The buttons on my sweater are about to pop off and shoot someone’s eye out. It’s been years since I first laid eyes on the tall drink of eggnog that is Cole Rudolph, and my panties haven’t been the same since.

Never mind he’s my overly protective father’s best friend.
And business partner.
And he’s twenty years older than me.
And GORGEOUS.

He’s top of my Christmas list, but there’s no way he would ever see me as anything other than his best friend’s chubby daughter, right?
Only, tonight something feels different. The way he’s looking at me, the way his eyes linger on my curves a moment too long. When we end up driving home together, my sugarplums and his jingle balls get all tangled up in the tinsel.
There’s about a million reasons this will never work, but I’m throwing caution to the winter wind and seeing just what sort of twinkle I can put in his eye.
And everywhere else.