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Seven Minutes in Heaven. That was the game kids used to play for a poor excuse to kiss their crushāif they were lucky. The adult version is Under the Mistletoe, and itās a hyped-up adult version of the same. Same rules apply, but with different props. Instead of hiding in a closet, two unfortunate souls are peer-pressured into standing under a stupid, dangling piece of mistletoe nailed to an archway to share a kiss.
Itās me. Iām the unfortunate soul tonight. I canāt say the same for Niles. He seems pretty damn happy about the whole thing. And why wouldnāt he? Heās been the underdog for as long as Iāve known him, which is in the ballpark of five months, but itās pretty obvious that heās the office nerd. No dates, no history of torrid affairs, no drunken stories to tell. The guy is as straightlaced as they come, right down to his pressed slacks and combed back hair.
I have to admit, though, he does have some killer green eyes. One of the lucky two percent of the worldās population, the bastard.
I look up into those eyes now, wondering how in the world I got myself into this mess. Then I remember it happened somewhere between the RumChata and Marisaās mixed cocktails that were more like fireballs tearing out the lining of my throat as they clawed their way down my esophagus.
Office parties are the shit. Donāt let anyone tell you differently. And if they arenāt, then youāre not working in the right one.
Five years ago, I was lucky enough to find the perfect fit in terms of workplaces and people. Then I got fired for making a pass at my boss, and just when I thought Iād never find another Cinderella shoe like that one, I stumbled upon the little diamond called Fairweather Corporation, and while I have no earthly clue what they do or how they do it beyond the paperwork I push, it became an unexpected second home away from home.
So the whole point of this brief walk down memory lane is that thereās no way in hell I can shirk my responsibilities of kissing Mr. Niles Prescott tonight or any night because, at this early stage in my career with this company, I canāt afford to not be a team player. If that means swapping spit with a pasty version of Urkel, then so be it. Bring on the smooches!
Niles stands nervously in front of me, biting a thin lower lip, while our buddies watch on, jeering at us to ādo it, do it,ā and I know itās now or never.
I waggle an eyebrow, take a step closer, and Niles takes an audible breath as I reach up to his lofty height and take his gentle face between my hands. āKiss me like you mean it,ā I tell him as I lift onto my toes and bring my mouth to his.
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