An anonymous letter had arrived at her doorstep twenty-four hours after she joined a dating site and requested for a man to spend the night of thanksgiving with. The last line in the letter said, “you can keep him till New Year if you want.”
Cleo stared at the man that had waltzed into her home a minute ago and glanced at the letter in her hand again. It was the umpteenth time that she would be reading the few lines in the letter and wondering if she was really prepared for the suggestions in it.She had only joined the dating site two days ago to ask for a companion throughout Thanksgiving. She didn’t ask for a man! She didn’t ask for a six-feet two-inches of a hulky man who was staring at her as if he wouldn’t mind to see her naked already.
He kept his fingers interlocked and his gaze deliberately fixed on her breasts just to make her uncomfortable.She wasn’t that kind of woman, was she?“Reading the letter a hundred times won’t change the fact that I am here and I am not leaving until Thanksgiving is over.”His voice echoed, both in the house and in her heart, jolting her entire body and causing the letter to drop from her hand reflexively.“You requested for a companion and here I am.”Cleo stared at him, wondering the kind of man that he was. He had stepped on her porch immediately the sun was down and had only introduced himself as Ian from the dating site.“You got the letter, didn’t you?” he had added.His wide shoulders, blue eyes and big arms had rendered her speechless. She had stepped aside and let him in without a second thought. Now that he was moving towards her with such a mysterious pace, Cleo regretted that she hadn’t just bang the door on that wicked smirk on his face.“What are you going to do to me?” she asked immediately he was so close that she could smell his cologne.“Do to you?” he smiled, “dear Cleo, I am here so that you can do to me everything that you wish.”She didn’t understand that. She didn’t understand that at all. She wanted to ask him what he meant but it was too late. He held her palm and pushed it underneath his shirt, allowing her fingers all over his intensely muscled chest and stomach.
A small gasp escaped her lips as soon as he guided her palm downwards towards his torso.Cleo snatched her hand away as soon her palm hit the hot budge down there.“I don’t want this.” She whispered.He wasn’t listening to her. Ian – or whatever his name was – took off his top in a flash, giving her a live view of what her hands had fondled earlier. Oh God! His chest was like a solid wall that she wasn’t ever going to evade.“Did you grill the Thanksgiving chicken or fried it?” he suddenly asked, always closing the little distance between them as she kept stepping away from him.“Fried.” Cleo whispered, hitting her back on the wall and seeing no other way to escape.“Good.” He whispered, clipping her body to the wall with the full weight of his thighs.“I like to have my hands and teeth all over fried things.”His hand went underneath her gown immediately, reaching for the warm sensitive flesh between her thighs. Immediately his finger slid in conveniently into her clit, Cleo knew there was no way in hell she would be able to resist him again.She stared into his eyes and whispered, “I can have you till New Year, can’t I?”