Holiday Mates: Supernatural Enforcers Agency Short Stories Read Online Free

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    “Oh.”
    “So why do you hate Christmas?”
    “You want to talk about this now?”  Penny felt her Grinchy spirit return.
    “Unless you want to continue talking about your butt?  Personally, I can talk about it all day long but…”
    “It’s just… so phony.  Everyone pretending they like each other, the craziness and grabbing in the stores, the overspending – it’s just a load of hype and effort for one day and what do you get out of it?  Indigestion and a set of body oils from your grandmother that smell like cat pee.  Ugh, it’s awful!”
    “Oh, it’s not that bad.”
    Penny was on a roll now.  “Ugh, every year I have to fend off my dentist mom and sisters trying to set me up with their patients and the last time I let them the guy was seventy and had dentures.   Seventy!  They thought that I was at an age where I wouldn’t be that picky.  Oddly enough I don’t enjoy my family picking apart my love life, questioning my life choices and looking down on me because I’m just a waitress.”
    “You’re a waitress?  Where?” he asked with genuine interest.
    “Hell’s Belle’s it’s a…”
    “That place where the hot waitresses come out to your car on roller skates?” he asked in frank excitement.
    “Yes,” she giggled – and it was a genuine giggle.
    “That place is awesome – I can’t believe I’ve never seen you there before.”
    “Well, I have the morning shift – I’m such a good skater they trust me not to burn myself with the morning coffee.”  She was proud of that fact.  Her mom just laughed at her when she tried to explain it.  ‘Roller skating isn’t a career, Pingu’.  That was their nickname for her.  It was some penguin from a cartoon – it was annoying .
    “I gotta swing by there in a morning then,” said Diaz thoughtfully.
    “Oh well, it’s ah, two for one on Tuesdays.”  She cringed the moment she said it.
    “Cool, you could skate on into my car and join me then.”  This was punctuated with a squeeze.
    “Like I’ve never heard that one before.”
    His hands stilled.  “The customers hit on you?”
    “We wear tiny skirts and roller skates, what do you think?”  The men at the diner hit on her automatically because of both those facts, not because they were actually interested.
    Penny felt the irritated rumble through his chest.  “Well, I could come along and beat up any dick who tries to flirt with you.”
    Her penguin fluttered.  “Actually, I would enjoy that.”
    He grunted and his fingers resumed their massage of her orbs, which she was enjoying far too much.  “As for Christmas, you’re thinking about it too much.  Isn’t it fun watching your family open their gifts, you know that they may not like their gifts, but they enjoy opening them.”
    “Okay, that is quite nice.”  Those few moments were enjoyable.  The four-second look of wonder and excitement on their faces was fun.
    “And the food,” he continued in boyish glee, “what other time of the year can you go nuts and stuff yourself full of sugar cookies shaped like stars?”
    “I do like sugar cookies.”  Her ass he was lovingly kneading was a testament to that.
    “And as for your family, I’m sure they just want you to be happy.”
    Penny grunted.  “You’re very touchy feely for an SEA agent.”
    “I thought we’d established that.”  She didn’t have to see his face to know he was leering as he caressed her cheeks.
    “Ugh, you know what I mean.  What are you anyway?  Other than a pervert.  Wolf shifter?”
    He snorted.  “Hell no, I’m no dog - I’m a jaguar.”
    “Alley cat more like.”  Although her own little bird was impressed.  But then the bird was impressed when a guy opened a car for her – she didn’t have high expectations .
    “You are one grumpy penguin,” he teased.
    “Humph, it’s an unfair stereotype that penguins have to be cute.”
    “You’re wrong, grumpy is cute.”
    “Uh, your… your flashlight …