Blurb:
When you mix a fresh picked coupling…
Caterers Chantal and Monty have been hired to handle Layton Industries’
annual Christmas party held at the couple’s penthouse apartment. With
big dreams and very little money, they’re living on love. When their
hosts don’t make it home for the party, a heady serving of desire
distracts the freshly engaged pair during the post-party cleanup…
With a freeze-dried relationship…
Steve and Alexa Layton find it difficult to connect anymore. They’ve
spent so much energy and time on achieving financial security, they’ve
forgotten what it feels like to be young and in love. When their flight
is grounded during a snowstorm, it brings their disconnect to a boil…
Toss in a little spice…
When Steve and Alexa catch their caterers’ after party romp via their
online security camera, will it be the ingredient they need to repair
their marriage?
…and this catered affair is one they’ll never forget.
Excerpt:
“He pushed a button. An image of their living room, the gas fireplace ablaze for holiday ambiance, replaced the elevator scene. The giant Noble fir by the picture window, decorated with gold balls and matching bows, lit with white lights. Very elegant. So classy and stylish. Terribly boring. Nothing like his childhood holidays with handmade ornaments and blinking multi-colored lights. Tasteless, Alexa had said. He surrendered to her on all things decoration-related. Furniture, art, window treatments. Hell, she even picked out his clothes so he wouldn’t come off looking on the outside like the nerd he was on the inside.
All fell into her field of expertise. She’d created visual magic even when they’d been penniless newlyweds. Back when she still smiled at him, laughed with him, and talked to him.
People mulled around their apartment, chatting, mingling, and nibbling on catered food in their absence.
“The food looks magnificent,” she said.
Better than what they’d likely get in the hotel restaurant. “A good time will no doubt be had by all. With or without us.”
“I feel like a voyeur.” Her voice jingled with giddiness.
He shrugged and clicked to their master bedroom. “Our place. Our party.”
Dan Schnelling from sales had his tongue down the throat of an administrative assistant as they rolled across the king-size bed. One of Dan’s hands snaked up the gal’s blouse, the other up her skirt. Knowing Dan, if he had a third hand, it would be in his own pants. The guy was a womanizer and hedonist. Deep inside, Steve sort of envied him his debauchery while simultaneously condemning his actions and his constant bragging about his conquests. Steve never regretted committing to one woman. Alexa. If he had it all to do over, he’d marry her again, but doubted she’d sign on if given the choice.
“Ew!” Her face puckered up in disgust as the couple grappled and groped in their private space.
Whipping out his electro-gadget-thingamajig, as she called it, he scrolled to Dan’s number and cleared his throat. “Hey, Dan,” he said when Dan found his buzzing phone under the woman’s butt. “Get the hell off my bed and out of my bedroom.” He hung up.
Alexa laughed as she watched Dan on the screen, flustered as all hell. “Too fun.”
Steve grinned, satisfied he could make her laugh again like he had in college and in the early days of their marriage before he’d switched to making money. “Still hungry, honey?”
“Yeah.” She planted her hands on his shoulders, which surprised him a little. “But I want to go to our virtual party instead. We could order room service.”
“It’s on a loop.” He boldly placed his hand over hers, going so far as to give her fingers a little squeeze. “We can watch the fun and festivities later.”
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