Christmas Pleasures: A Blurred Lines Short Read Online Free

room number. I wrote it down.
    “I’ll be right back.”
    While we waited, I asked her another random question. “What made you decide to be a makeup artist?”
    She shrugged. “I didn’t want to be an actor, and I’m good at it.” She played with the napkin in front of her. “I like it.” Her eyes met mine. “I know that might seem sad.” She started twisting the napkin around her finger, strangling it. “I mean, why would I be happy working at a makeup artist's salary when I could be a movie star, right?”
    I reached out and wrapped my hand around hers. She stopped. “I think being a makeup artist sounds like fun.”
    She giggled. “I could totally put some on you.” She moved over to my lap and I realized I loved her there. She fit like my lap was made for her. “You have beautiful eyes, and your lashes are so thick. Actually your face is very symmetrical.” As she spoke she stroked my face.
    “Maybe,” I said , and then cleared my throat. “When pigs fly.”
    Mindy laughed. “Fine.”
    The waitress brought our second round and we chugged them down just as quickly.
    She jumped out of her seat. “Shall we?” she asked, sticki ng out her hand.
    I grabbed it and followed her over to the stage. There were four mics. Mindy tapped on one. “Testing.”
    The nervous young couple nearly jumped out of their skin. I took a mic. “Can I get some music?”
    “Hey !” one of the drunk girls said and nearly fell out of her seat. One of the young guys hopped off the stool and stumbled toward us. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing? That’s our stage. We’re going to sing.”
    “Can’t wait to hear you, man,” I said kindly, stretching to my full six-foot-five and throwing back my shoulders.
    That did the trick and he stepped back.
    “This little lady and I are going to sing a few, just to get the crowd warmed up.”
    His friends came to stand next to him. They watched me with the confidence of too much alcohol.
    “Go have a drink on me.” I caught the waitress's eye. She nodded. “Come on, boys. What’ll it be?”
    They reluctantly went back to their seats and the music came on. At first I couldn’t tell what it was, but Mindy knew right away.
    “Have yourself a merry little Christmas,” she started to sing. Her voice was sultry and had perfect pitch.
    God, I think she and I were made for each other.
    “Let your heart be light,” I sang with her.
    Her eyes widened and she smiled.
    “From now on your troubles will be out of sight.”
    She and I faced each other and finished singing the song. When it ended, the room filled with the sound of clapping. One girl did the “whoop, whoop, whoop” call that the movie Pretty Woman made so famous.
    Mindy looked out and smiled big. “Thank you.” She glanced at me. “You really can sing,” she whispered.
    I winked. “Told ya.”
    The waitress brought us each a shot. We threw them back and Mindy said, “Bring on the next song.”
    I swear I’ve never had more fun in all my fucking life.
    We did exactly what we’d planned to except, instead of listening to carols, we sang them, made out a few times, then sang some more.
    The last song was fitting. The music for Silent Night played over the speakers.
    Mindy took my hand and , in that moment, I knew I’d never let her go.
    “ You’re mine and I’m yours. You know that right?”
    A fat tear rolled down her cheek. “I’m so glad you think so.” She kissed me and I realized there was no way I could go another minute without being inside her.
    “I need you,” I whispered gruffly in her ear.
    “Not as much as I need you,” she whispered back.
    We dropped the mics and ran from the bar.
    As soon as we reached the e levator, I kissed her deeply. She kissed me back and undid my jeans.
    “Here?” I asked, sure there were camera s. Most hotels had them.
    “Fuck yes, just keep my ass covered.”
    That’s all I needed to hear. I turned her so her back was against the wall and lifted her,