Filed To Story: Zaia Toussaint and Sebastian King: Werewolf Book PDF Free
He muses, crouching down as he opens the cabinet.
“Do you know how to check?”
I ask, bending to look under the sink again.
He looks up, our eyes meeting and I realise we’re too close…
“It can’t be that hard,”
“Which means no.”
I counter lightly tucking my hair behind my ear, only for it to fall forward once more.
“Do you think I can’t?”
he asks challengingly.
“Of course, with your stubbornness, you will try to succeed.”
I stand up, crossingmy arms.
“And if I do, then what will I get in return?”
I cock a brow. “Clean dishes,”
I whisper cheekily.
He chuckles, “Hmm, give me something more.”
He counters.
“Ok fine, fix the sink and I’ll give you one wish since it’s Christmas time.”
“Then you have yourself a deal, Ms Toussaint.”
He replies as he grabs a pot and gets to work.
Ever the businessman.
Well, if he can fix it, I’ll be happy, and I don’t think I’ll mind whatever he asks.
I finish making the coffee, adding some whipped cream as Sebastian tinkers away and I have to admit he looks good as he does that. I wouldn’t mind him. checking my- focus!
I clear my throat, what is the matter with me today?
I busy myself cleaning up the counters, only stopping when Sebastianswears.
“So, seems like someone’s been busy.”
He remarks, as I hear something pouring out of the pipe and it’s definitely not water.
I walk over and stare down at what looks like- “Water beads…”
I almost growl.
I frown, looking at the little beads that expand when they make contact with water, and I know exactly who did this.
Xander.
I sigh heavily as Sebastian checks if any are left before he screws the pipe back inplace.
Standing up he washes his hands and I pass him a dish towel staring at the large bowl of beads. He must have squeezed them all in and they must have expanded in the bend.
Goddess, this child!
“So, looks like you owe me one wish.”
He remarks cockily, tossing the dishcloth down and crossing his arms.
“Although it was your son who was the cause of this,”
I say,
“Are you trying to get out of it?”
“Not at all!”
I deny it with a pout.
He smirks, not believing me. “Mhmm, good. So, what I want is…”
I look up at him, a thousand thoughts of what he might ask from me going through my head, but not one comes close to what he asks for.
“A smile.”
“What?”
I ask, confusion flitting through me…
“A smile. Give me a smile that’s just for me,”
he says quietly.
My stomach somersaults as I stare into those piercing blue eyes.
That’s all? A smile?
A warmth washes over me, and a soft smile naturally crosses my face as I look into his eyes.
I’ve forgotten how he makes me feel… I’m not sure if he’s changed, or was he always so charming? Either way, he’s making me weak….
“Beautiful,”
he whispers huskily, and for a second, he touches my chin, sending sparks through me.
Before I can respond to him, the sound of small running feet approaching reaches me and then Xander enters the kitchen.
“Daddy! Mommy, come play a game with us!”
he says.
I step back smoothly and cock a brow. “Of course, but first, would you like to explain this?”
I ask, pointing at the bowl on the floor.
He comes over curiously but freezes when he sees that the bowl is full of beads, paling visibly.
“Uh oh… Holy Guacamole!”
he says, clapping a hand over his mouth before he turns and runs out of the kitchen as fast as his little legs can possibly carry him. “Xander!”
I shout, hurrying after him.
This boy!
SEBASTIAN.
It’s the following evening and for the first time as far back as I remember, I am enjoying Christmas time.
The blizzard has gotten worse, and that just sealed the fact that we are indeed spending Christmas here. I am not going to complain, spending night and day with Zaia and not once being told to get a hotel is the best gift I could ever be given.
The kids have gone to bed, with Zion offering to tuck Xander in for Zaia. He’s a good kid and acts far more mature for his age than he is. I’m proud of him, and I can tell he takes good care of Zaia.
Although he’s clearly trying to play Cupid. Since I arrived, he and Sia would find reasons to leave the room, but I’m not complaining. If he wants to help, give me some alone time with Zaia, I’m all for it.
There’s something different about her now. She isn’t avoiding me as she was eighteen months ago. She’s more open and I like it…
I promised to hold back, but now… unless I’m reading the signs wrong, she doesn’t seem to mind my flirting or subtle hints… but do I push her to test those. limits? Or do I hold back the raging tornado of emotions that courses through me like havoc?
We’re currently in the lounge as we begin wrapping the presents I had grabbed. The ones she had gotten for them had been taken out of the luggage and placed under the tree. She’s left to get us some drinks, but her tempting, seductive scentremains.
The fire is ablaze in the hearth, warming the room. The lights from the Christmas tree in the corner and surrounding the window ledge glow cosily. The snow is falling rapidly, and the wind is still roaring, but inside it’s nothing more than blissful peace.
The sound of her footsteps approaching makes me look down at the box I am currently wrapping. I’ve done alright, but it’s nowhere near as neat as the one she had done. Folded several times to create a design to the packaging and finished off with a satin ribbon. When did she even find the time to learn things like this?
“How are you getting on?”
she asks, and I look up, trying not to check her out as she puts down a tray containing two glasses of wine and a plate of profiteroles.
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