Christmas Kisses

4. Angel

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ANGEL

M y face burns with anger when Christian’s deep accented voice trickles through the vents in the bathroom floor. “She will fall in love with me. I’ll make sure of it.”

I inch away from the heat outlet to ensure my voice doesn’t project through it like Mrs. Richler’s and Christian’s before whispering in a low tone, “You dirty rotten scoundrel!”

It takes everything I have not to storm out of the bathroom to give Christian a piece of my mind. The only reason I don’t is this is the proof I’ve been seeking to prove to my lawyer that Mrs. Richler’s tactics to remove the scarce number of tenants left in our building are undermining and scheming.

Until now, I only had theories.

Now I have watertight evidence.

Well, I will once I activate the spyware I tried to put in the lobby last month when Mrs. Richler was out sick with the flu.

I knew there was more to Christian’s sudden arrival than he had made out. My spidey-senses were tingling all over the place, so I devised a plan before pretending I desperately needed a shower so it could be hatched in privacy.

Yeah, right. If you believe that, you probably still think Santa is real.

I’m not solely maintaining my cool for proof that Mrs. Richler is evil, nor to authenticate the size of the package beneath Christian’s towel. I merely have nothing better to do with my time, so why not dwindle the hours I dread more than my orphan status by teaching a man that not all women trip over their feet for the first sexy face they see?

Christian has a six-pack that could clean my bed sheets the old-fashioned way my great nana would be proud of and a face that will forever entice wetness, but being insanely attractive doesn’t give you a free pass to be a dick.

Shaking my ass in an underground dance club didn’t grant me a one-on-one meeting with the owner of my building, so I refuse to let Christian’s devastatingly tempting body push Mrs. Richler’s side of our agenda, either.

He’s about to be taught a lesson, and for once, I’m excited when my once-favorite Christmas movie rolls through my head.

Oh, Kevin! Thank you for the laughs and for announcing what must happen next.