Page 11 of A Very Cheeky Christmas

“And he’s obviously bonkers for you.”

I should’ve phrased that differently.

“He’s not. He’s just a flirt. That’s all.”

“Interesting theory. But not supported by the evidence. He didn’t flirt with me. He was friendly enough, but he didn’t flirt.” She glances back over her shoulder, and I follow suit. Sure enough, Andrew is looking straight at me, dopey grin on his face.

It’s suspicious.

Shayla is undeniably gorgeous. She has the kind of voluptuous beauty that most women would kill for. She looks like if Elvira went to medical school.

So, yes, it’s suspicious that Andrew is looking at me when he could be ogling her.

She gives him a little wave and then leans in to whisper to me, “If you don’t ride him like a tilt-a-whirl, you are truly missing an opportunity.”

“I don’t even know what that means. But I will not ride him like that or anything else. For several reasons, not the least of which is he’s injured.”

“Bullshit. You know anatomy well enough to be able to work around an injury like that. And the fact that this man landed on your doorstep and is this into you this close to Christmas,” She clicks her tongue. “This is proof there really is a Santa Claus. Please don’t ruin it for me.”

I shake my head as I watch Shayla leave.

That girl is on crack.

Okay, she’s not. Because she’s a medical professional who is definitely not doing drugs. But you know what I mean.

Andrew is a consummate flirt, but he’s not into me. Certainly not “bonkers” for me. And even if he was, I wouldn’t act on it.

That’s just … not my style.

However, when I turn back to Andrew, he’s doing that thing again—that flirty, sexy smiling at me—thing.

I don’t know how he’s capable of flirting without saying a word, but, oh Lordy, can this man pull it off.

He quirks an eyebrow. “So, it looks like we’ve got some time to waste.”

He gives me a long, slow once over and I’m pretty sure he’s trying to strip me naked with the Force.

Okay, so maybe Shayla is right. Maybe he is into me.

The question is, what am I going to do about it?

Sure, I could ignore it, ignore him, like I’ve been attempting to do since that first day when he kissed me. Or I could …

What?

Give in?

Sleep with him?

Actually have one of those on-set flings that I grew up hearing so much about. Not, on-set, exactly, since we are not currently on-set, but you get the picture.

Having a fling is so outside my normal comfort zone, it isn’t something I even consider. Normally.

But my life isn’t normal right now. It’s topsy-turvy in all the weirdest ways. I walked away from medical school and took a job on a movie set for fuck’s sake! I’m so far from my comfort zone, I can’t even see the edges of it.

So maybe this is the perfect time for a fling? The perfect time to do something crazy that I would normally never do.

I’ve played by the rules, my entire life, and it hasn’t gotten me shit.