Christmas Cowboy

by Claire Adams

  Without another word, he walked out, shutting the door with some finality behind him.

  I breathed out a slow breath and then crawled into bed, pulling a pillow against my chest.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Christian

  When I woke up the morning after the date, Mark was still passed out on the couch. I looked sympathetically at the angle of his neck and shook him awake.

  “Oh, hey, man,” Mark said groggily, rubbing at his neck. He looked around. “Sorry, I should have got out of here last night.”

  “Nah, man, it's cool,” I said, shaking my head. “I wasn't back until late, anyway.”

  “Oh?” Mark asked, raising his eyebrows suggestively at me. “Good night, then?”

  I scrubbed a hand over my face. “Let's go get breakfast,” I suggested. “My treat, for making you camp out on the couch last night. I could use some hash browns in my life, though.”

  “Mmm, yeah, hash browns sound really good,” Mark said, nodding at me. “Let's go. I know just the place.”

  I picked at my napkin as we sat across from one another in the diner. “Things went well,” I finally admitted. “That barbecue place was incredible. I should have taken her there in the first place. And we had some piña coladas and…” I shrugged. “And then we ended up back at her place.”

  “Yeah, man!” Mark said, holding up his hand for a high five.

  I high-fived him, but I chewed on my lower lip, feeling uncertain about the whole thing. “I think maybe I should have waited,” I admitted.

  Mark laughed. “Would you ever give a girl five dates back in New York?” he asked.

  “No, of course not,” I said, laughing a little. “I don't even date girls back in New York. I pick up girls and take them home from wherever we are. I can't even think of when the last time was that I bought dinner for a girl.”

  “So, see?” Mark said, shrugging a little. “You bagged her. And now it's on to the next girl, right?”

  I sighed. “That's the thing,” I said, chewing on my lip again. I shook my head. “This is totally not the way that I operate, right? But for some reason, I want to see her again.”

  Mark raised both eyebrows at me. “She was that good, eh?” he asked. He snorted. “I bet, with the amount of time it's probably been since anyone gave her five dates, that her pussy is as tight as a fucking vice.”

  I shook my head. “It's not even that,” I said. “She was great in bed, but it wasn't about that. She just leaves me wanting in ways that I don't even know how to explain. No girl has ever managed to string me along like this before.”

  Mark laughed. “Oh wow,” he said. “Those Hawaiian girls, huh?”

  “How did things go for you last night?” I asked suddenly, surprisingly curious. Mark was just my driver; it wasn't like we were friends or anything. Once I left Hawaii, I doubted I would ever hear from him again.

  “Yeah,” Mark said, grimacing. “It was shit. I don't even think she believed that I was staying at the Golden Palm. Nothing happened. Wasted chance.” He shrugged. “Bitches.”

  “Ouch,” I said, shaking my head. “Sorry to hear that, man.” And the surprising thing was, I genuinely was sorry to hear that. I'd have to think further on that one at some point.

  For now, I raised a glass to him and took a drink.

  “But seriously, no deflection,” Mark said, grinning at me as though he knew exactly what I had been up to with asking about his own conquests. “You like this girl, right?”

  I sighed. “Yeah, I guess so,” I admitted. “I wouldn't say I like her so much as I'm intrigued by her. She isn't like other girls.”

  “I can try to find out more information for you if you want,” Mark offered. “She's a local girl; there must be some good dirt on her somewhere on this island.” He shrugged. “I don't know most of the people in her circle of friends, but I think one of my good girlfriends is friends with Gretchen's friend Mina, who runs the shop next door to her. I can put out some questions.”

  I shook my head. “Nah, man,” I said. “The thing is, the night didn't end that well. We had sex, and then she kicked me out.” I laughed a little. “I'm used to being the one ushering the girls out, but not this time.”

  “Oh, man,” Mark said, shaking his head as well. “You must have fucked it up.”

  “I don't even know what I did wrong,” I told him. “I just treated her like she was any other girl. I don't know what the problem was. She definitely orgasmed, so it's not like-” I broke off, suddenly realizing that I was sharing all of these details with a guy who I barely knew. I wasn't usually like this. It wasn't like I needed Mark's advice or anything like that. It might be nice to have him look into her whole story since she was maddeningly closed-mouthed about all of it and since he was just another dude there on the island.

  “Hey man, chill,” Mark said, holding up both his hands. “I get that. But you're Christian Wall. She's probably just playing with you, trying to make sure that you take her out again. I've got some recommendations, and she is going to be putty in your hands.”

  I grinned at him. “That's good,” I said, taking a decisive bite out of my food. I didn't know what my thing was with her, but it was good to think that I probably could fix things with her. And despite Mark's inexperience, I trusted him to lead me straight. He did know the local girls, after all.

  Even if we weren't friends, I had to trust that.

  Speaking of friends, I was surprised to see Paul calling me as I walked back to the resort an hour later, full of the best breakfast I'd had in a while. I smiled a little to myself and picked up the call.

  “Hey man, how are things going?” I asked him.

  “They've been good,” Paul said, sounding contented. “How are things going with you?”

  “Really good,” I admitted. I shook my head, kicking some sand off the edge of my balcony. “I mean, like, really good.”

  “Still in Hawaii?”

  “Yeah, I might stay here until I'm ready to come back home,” I told him. “It's beautiful here, and the girls are just gorgeous.”

  Paul laughed. “Yeah, I bet it's a lot nicer than New York City is now.”

  “Oh, definitely,” I said, nodding. “Less girls to run through.”

  “I'm sure you'll manage,” Paul said dryly.

  “Yeah.” For a moment, I considered telling him about Gretchen, but I wasn't sure how to bring her into the conversation. “So, how's the business been, anyway? You guys miss me yet?”

  “Of course, we're missing you,” Paul said, but from the hesitant way that he said it, I couldn't believe it. “Our stocks have been up again since you gave your apology, so that's been good. And we're getting quite a few commissions for different projects around the world.”

  “You're realizing that you don't need me,” I said flatly. It wasn't a question.

  Paul sighed. “Christian,” he said. “We miss you. We could use your good head with the media. Press conferences are just flat without you.”

  “You don't need me,” I repeated, more insistently this time.

  “If you're asking if you can stay another couple of months in Hawaii-”

  “No,” I said, shaking my head. I flopped back on my bed, sighing heavily. “Paulie, I knew this was going to happen. You can't just walk away from your business for a few months and expect that there will still be a place waiting for you when you get back.”

  “There's always going to be a place waiting here for you,” Paul said quietly. “You don't have to worry about that. Unless you don't want there to be a place for you,” Paul said cautiously. “I know you love this job, Christian, and trust me, we could definitely use you around here. But at the same time, I think everyone would understand if you decided you just wanted to stay there in Hawaii.”

  I blinked, wondering at his words. When I thought about it, it felt right.

  “That's impossible,” I said, shaking my head to get rid of those thoughts.

  “Is it?” Paul asked, his voice sti
ll gentle, as though he were afraid of scaring me. “Christian, you have enough money already, and if you sold your stocks as well? You could-”

  “You don't mean for me to come back,” I said flatly.

  “It's me that you're talking to,” Paul said, sounding impatient. “Christian, if this was coming from one of the other owners, sure, maybe they would be looking for excuses to get rid of you. But give me a little bit of credit here.”

  I swallowed hard. “Yeah,” I said, feeling a bit choked. “Yeah, I know. Sorry.”

  “There's a girl, isn't there?” Paul asked, sounding almost curious.

  I sighed. “Is it that obvious?”

  “Nothing else has ever been able to hold your attention,” Paul said sagely. “So, what, she won't put out for you?”

  “She did, but it’s more than that.” I tried to explain.

  “Oh,” Paul said. “Oh. Wow.”

  “Fuck off,” I said half-heartedly. We'd been friends for long enough that he knew exactly what that meant. “It's not like I'm getting married or anything. I'm going to come back to New York once January comes around, anyway. Nothing's ever going to happen between us, not in a long-term sense. She's just fun. You told me to get it all out of my system, right?”

  “Yeah,” Paul said. “And that's good, Christian. I'm happy for you.”

  I pinched the bridge of my nose. “You make it sound like I'm dying,” I told him.

  “Maybe you are,” Paul said, a devilish note to his voice that came through clear despite the shitty reception. “I've never heard you give a shit about anyone before.”

  “I give a shit about you,” I protested.

  “A female, then,” Paul amended. There was a pause. “I'm happy for you, kid. Even if it is just a bit of fun.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Even though you're all married and having children and whatever, I'm not a kid,” I said.

  There was laughter on the other end of the line, and our conversation quickly turned to other, less serious matters.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Gretchen

  Mina was waiting outside the massage parlor when I showed up on Wednesday morning. I snorted and accepted the coffee that she handed me. “I want to know all the details,” she told me, breezing into the shop behind me once I'd unlocked the front door. “You have, what, an hour until your first appointment? I want to know all the details.”

  I laughed a little, even though inside, I was wondering if maybe I shouldn't regret having told her about the follow-up date. I'd needed her opinion when it came to outfits, though; sometimes, it felt as though she knew my wardrobe better than I did. She knew which outfits would make me look sexy.

  “Come on, don't be coy,” she told me, shaking her head. “You had a good time?”

  “I had a good time,” I allowed. “I actually should take you to that restaurant sometime; I think you'd like it. It's down on the beach, and it's just barbecue. Like, you order whatever it is that you order, and they bring all your ingredients over to your table and cook them for you, kind of like Korean barbecue. But with, like, pineapple and stuff, so-”

  “Okay, no offense,” Mina interrupted, holding up both hands to forestall my babbling. “But I don't care about the food.”

  I laughed at how direct she was, but that was one of the things that I loved about her. “Yeah, okay,” I said. “But it is a great place. And then we went from there back to my place and...” I trailed off, cheeks flaming.

  “Holy shit,” Mina said, her eyes widening. “You actually fucked him, didn't you?”

  I blushed brighter. “I hate that word,” I complained. “Fucking just sounds so-”

  “Okay, okay,” Mina said, shaking her head, a grin on her face. “You made love to him, didn't you?”

  “Yeah,” I mumbled, picking at the hem of my sleeve.

  Mina whistled lowly. “You fucked—sorry, sorry—made love to Christian Wall.”

  “Yeah,” I said, shrugging a little as though it was no big deal.

  Mina frowned, peering at me. “You don't sound too happy about that,” she pointed out.

  I swallowed hard and turned away from her, feeling traitorous tears pricking at my eyes. “It's not like that's ever going to happen again.”

  “Aw, honey,” Mina said, sweeping me into her arms. “I've heard some stories about him,” she said. “Did he kick you out of bed afterward?”

  “I kicked him out,” I told her, not sure why I was so tearful about the whole thing.

  “You did what?” Mina asked incredulously.

  I couldn't help laughing at her expression, a little watery sound. “Yeah,” I said, shaking my head. “We slept together, and-”

  “Was it that bad?” Mina asked, sounding scandalized.

  “No, it was good,” I told her. “It was really good,” I said, coughing lightly.

  “So, he's good in bed?” Mina asked, a wicked gleam to her eye.

  “I haven't slept with that many people,” I reminded her. I swallowed hard.

  Mina laughed. “You don't have to sleep with that many people to realize that someone is a good lay,” she said. She cocked her head to the side. “You enjoyed it.”

  “I enjoyed it,” I admitted. “But then I started thinking, afterward. I know he's going to leave. There's not even a question of that. He's going to go back to New York, and he's going to-”

  Mina groaned. “Gretchen. I thought we talked about that,” she said.

  “I know, I know,” I said. “I'm getting ahead of myself. And I shouldn't be, but you know me, Mina. I’m just not the type of girl to sleep with someone once and then never sleep with them again. And I like him. He's arrogant and a little obnoxious, but I really like him, for all of that. We click.”

  Mina shook her head as well. “I feel like I should be happy that you've finally gotten over Lino, but you don’t seem happy. More confused.” She pulled me into her arms. “So, you kicked him out of your bed?” she asked after a moment.

  I laughed and nodded. “Yeah,” I said, grimacing a little. “I have never been that rude to anyone before. And there was something about the situation. Anyway, I just needed him to get out of there.”

  “Aw, man,” Mina said. “I wanted things to be different for you.” She laughed a little. “Not least of which because if you married a billionaire, can you only imagine what would happen to our shops?”

  “Speaking of our shops,” I said, frowning. That's right. It was time to get down to business.

  “What have you done?” Mina asked, looking cautious but also interested.

  “I haven't done anything yet,” I told her. “But I woke up this morning to a message from one of the hotel concierges. One of the women from Trinity Resort. Apparently, they've got a couple there who wants to get a massage done together, this afternoon, and she was wondering if that was something that we could do here.”

  “Did you call her back yet and remind her that, oh yeah, you're only one person?” Mina asked. “I mean if they don't mind waiting.”

  “I was thinking,” I said slowly.

  “Uh oh,” Mina said, but she still looked interesting.

  “I know the pineapple business is going well,” I said. “But they were looking to get the massage done this afternoon, and I know that you've got help coming in. I thought that maybe you could join me over here.”

  Mina stared at me for a beat and then burst out laughing. “I don't know the first thing about massage,” she said.

  I laughed as well. “Sure, you do,” I said. “Maybe you think that you don't, and maybe you aren't classically trained or anything like that. But you've massaged me, remember? And you've done wonders for my shoulders. Besides, a lot of massage is just about mimicking. You just need to glance over every once in a while, and see what I'm doing and copy that. Couples massages are so easy.”

  Mina bit her lower lip. “I don't want to screw things up for your business,” she said.

  “And I know you don't need any extra money or anyth
ing, with the pineapple shop taking off,” I said, trying to make my voice sound soothing. “But seriously, it would be that easy. I wouldn't be asking if I didn't think that you could do it.”

  Mina frowned and then moved around behind me, her hands coming up to my shoulders and resting there for a moment before she started to knead at the tissue there. I couldn't help groaning. “Just like that,” I said, letting my head loll forward. “Oh fuck. You're going to be a better masseuse than I am.”

  Mina laughed and then withdrew her hands. “Are you sure?” she asked.

  “So sure,” I said confidently. I didn't wait for further confirmation from her before I called the hotel back, letting them know that we could accommodate the Jensons that afternoon. I kept my eyes trained on Mina's the whole time, and even though she had a slightly bemused smile on her face, she didn't protest. Good.

  “What do we do now?” Mina whispered at me as the Jensons changed into their massage outfits.

  I couldn't help laughing a little. “Relax,” I advised. “We'll give them a couple of minutes, and then we'll go in there and get the massage started. Start at their feet; they're tourists, so their feet are probably really tired. And then just work up their legs, through their back, and through their shoulders. You've got this.”

  “I can't believe I let you talk me into this,” she said, shaking her head.

  “You're going to be great,” I said confidently. “I'm going to let you have Mrs. Jenson; just don't be too firm with her, all right? But as long as you can get her to relax a little, she'll probably be easy.”

  Mina sighed a little but followed me into the massage room and got to work.

  “So, the two of you are just here on vacation?” I said, smiling at Mina's startled look. What, did she think all my massages were conducted in strict silence? I couldn't even imagine how awkward that would be.

  Mrs. Jenson giggled a little. “Actually, it's our honeymoon,” she said.

  “Oh, wow,” I said, surprised.

  “We were married to other people first, if you can believe that,” Richard Jenson told me, laughing as well. He reached over and tangled his fingers into his wife's fingers. “We were both married, and we each had four kids. But then we found one another.” He whistled an appreciative note. “Don't get me wrong, my first wife, Helen, is an incredible woman. But I've never felt anything like what I feel for Trish.”