Stealing the Christmas Mouse

Published by: eXtasy Books

ISBN :978-1-4874-1668-3

Page :43

Word Count :11387

Publication Date :2017-12-21

Series : #

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Available Formats : Stealing the Christmas Mouse (epub) , Stealing the Christmas Mouse (mobi) , Stealing the Christmas Mouse (prc) , Stealing the Christmas Mouse (pdf)

Category : Contemporary Romance , Erotic Romance , Holiday Countdown 2017 , Christmas

Product Code: 978-1-4874-1668-3

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Stealing was never meant to be this much fun.

Life is going just the way Sienna Faulkner planned. Christmas is right around the corner, and she’s almost ready to open her new florist’s shop in Summerton, Australia, the town she and her friends have moved to. The move was just what she needed to get back on her feet after a nasty breakup.

Only there’s one large hiccup in her plans. Wade Thomas.

Summerton’s sexy mayor keeps asking her out on dates, but Sienna’s not ready to step off the deep end into another relationship yet, or so she thinks.

Frustrated with Sienna’s continued refusals, Wade takes matters into his own hands and resorts to stealing what he wants.

Sienna bit her lip. Oh, what a view. She ducked back behind the rear door of her little florist’s shop and stifled a giggle.

It wouldn’t have mattered. Wade Thomas, Summerton’s mayor, wouldn’t have heard her over the summer afternoon downpour anyway.

She snuck a glance round the door and dropped the empty cardboard boxes she was carrying so she could cover her mouth and smother the laugh that bubbled up.

Mayor Thomas had his spectacular backside sticking up in the air while he fished around in the skip bin in the car park behind the building she and her friends had bought.

What the hell was he doing? There was nothing in there but bits of construction waste and debris they had removed from the heritage-listed property.

Sienna shook her head. He was one of the strangest men she had ever met, and at the same time, like so many others. She let out a slow breath and scooped up the boxes she’d dropped.

It didn’t matter. He was the mayor, and she wasn’t going to stop him stealing crap from their bin.

By the time she’d opened the door, Mayor Thomas was on his feet again, but still standing in the pouring rain in front of the skip bin.

Sienna tilted her head to the side and frowned. Was he shoving whatever it was he’d pinched into his very expensive suit coat?

She shrugged and turned away. Well, that was his problem. Sienna walked down the porch past the back of Ally and Troy’s new coffee shop to the green and yellow recycling bin and threw the cardboard boxes inside.

The plastic lid of the bin closed with a thud, and Sienna wiped her hands on her new peach apron before turning to walk back to her shop.

Her steps faltered. Mayor Thomas stood right outside her back door, looking far sexier than any man in a drenched suit should look.

Water ran down the side of his face and into his carefully trimmed beard from the lock of steel-shot dark hair he’d shoved out of the way. He stood with his hands clasped in front of him over his buttoned-up jacket—no doubt holding whatever it was he’d nicked so he didn’t drop it.

Intense hazel eyes watched her as she walked self-consciously towards him. He made her feel things she didn’t want to, but not in a skeevy, take-her-clothes-off-with-his-eyes kind of way. More in a shiver-down-her-spine-and-fan-herself sort of way.

She’d fallen for a set of eyes once, and she’d told herself things would be different here in Summerton. It was time she wanted more than anything.

“Mayor Thomas, what can I help you with today?” Sienna asked and stopped a few feet away from him.

A deep frown drew a line between the mayor’s gracefully arched eyebrows.

“I told you to call me Wade, Ms. Faulkner,” he said, a hint of annoyance in his voice and his hands tensing over his suit jacket.

Even with the sharper tone to his voice, the deep rumble still sent a spasm through parts of Sienna she tried hard to ignore whenever the mayor was around.

After their first meeting, she’d vowed to not call him by his Christian name. It was too personal, too intimate.

She looked at the ground, anywhere but at his intense eyes. He was creating quite the puddle on the back porch.

Water pooled around his now ruined leather shoes and ran in a rivulet across the concrete to the gravel car park, much like her determination to keep resisting him trickled away the more time she spent with him.

Sienna huffed out a breath and took a quick look at him to find him stroking his jacket absently with his thumb. “You did, Mr. Mayor, but we don’t know each other very well, and I was taught it was polite to address people I don’t know by their title and surname,” she said, her attention caught by his thumb moving back and forth.

He chuckled, dragging her gaze back up to his face, and flashed a devastating grin like he always did each time she called him Mr. Mayor. “That’s exactly why I’m—”

A high-pitched whine cut him off, and Sienna watched bemused as the area of his expensive suit jacket under his hands wiggled and sneezed.

She stared at his hands and jacket, her eyebrows creeping up as the now noticeable lump continued to wiggle and squirm while the mayor patted it carefully.

“—Asking you to go out to dinner with me,” the mayor continued as if nothing had happened. “It would give you the chance to get to know me better, then there would be no reason for you to continue to call me…” A small black nose poked over the top of the last button of the mayor’s jacket, but he kept on without missing a beat. “Mayor Thomas or Mr. Mayor.”

Sienna bit back a smirk and shifted her gaze from the mayor’s determined face to his hands and the little head and blinking black eyes that had followed the wet nose out from under his jacket.

“Mayor Thomas, what did you take from our bin?” Sienna asked, trying her hardest to keep the amusement out of her voice.

“What?” he asked, confusion sliding across his handsome features. He looked down, and a low, sexy chuckle rumbled out of him, but his voice held no humour.