Lucas stomped over to the fireplace.
"What the hell is this?" He pointed to a picture Michael had painted of me. It was not very big. Only a 18x24 frame. It wasn't going to stay there on the mantel but I wanted to show it off to my guests.
“A Christmas present from your father.”
“Where’s mom’s Nativity?”
“Her what?” I asked rolling my eyes.
“Dad?”
“Lucas, why don’t you go upstairs and unpack, maybe take a long hot shower and relax instead of looking for things to be upset about. The house looks fine. Let it go at that.”
I looked at Michael as Lucas stomped down the hallway and up the stairs to his room. Within a matter of seconds, the door slams shut making Michael jump. I was used to it.
“See, I told you this would happen.”
“Jenna, what do you want me to do?”
"He doesn't take me seriously because he just sees me as your girlfriend. Nothing more. I've heard about the way he treats women and to him, it would be just great if his dad just kicked me to the curb without any rhyme or reason. It's what he does. He had to learn it somewhere, Michael."
“Come on, Jenna. You know I love you.”
“Then why aren’t we married? That is what love is. Committing to one another for the rest of our lives. Unless you think we aren’t going to last that long?”
“You are just upset because Lucas didn’t like what you did with the house.” Michael shook his head and looked down at me. “You’ve been stressing about him coming home for days and it’s just all coming out now. Your party was postponed. My gosh, Jenna. You should be in your fanciest dress, with a drink in your hand talking and laughing with all your friends, not worrying about what my son thinks of your Christmas decorations.”
“But…”
“But nothing.” Michael stepped closer to me and slipped his strong arms around my waist. “And I only have one complaint about the décor.” He smirked.
“What? The house looks perfect.”
“I didn’t see any mistletoe.”
I started to laugh. I couldn’t help it. There were times when Michael wasn’t all business that he could really be quite charming.
“And I have one request for tomorrow.” He continued.
“I’ll play nice with Lucas as long as he’s nice to me. But don’t think for a second that…”
“It doesn’t have anything to do with Lucas.” Michael leaned down pushing my hair away from my ear and put his lips right next to my ear. “I don’t want you to wear any panties.”
"Michael," I whispered feeling his hand move to my ass. "What kind of party do you think this is?"
“This is my house. If I want to slip away with you for a few minutes a couple of times throughout the night…”
“A couple of times?” I purred.
“I’ve got a few more Christmas presents hidden away for you. But it all depends on if you are a good girl.”
I slung my arms around his neck and stood on tiptoes to kiss him. My tongue found him quickly and I pushed my hips toward him happy to feel the growing hardness in his pants.
He grabbed my ass with both of his hands but quickly let go when my mother came into the hallway.
“The well is dry.” She slurred, holding up a goblet I had already filled twice with eggnog. “Your aunt wants a refill to and so does the maid.”
“The maid? Carla isn’t in today.”