Meet Me at Midnight

Part 6 – Beau

Another two weeks of being locked tight in the sexy embrace of a secret rendezvous with June, and I don’t see any way for me to stop. I don’t see any way out of this at all. Because you’re falling for her.

Yeah. I am.

I don’t want this thing between us to be a secret anymore, was more than ready to announce the good news to my family right after Thanksgiving, but my gorgeous June is dragging her feet a bit.

I’ve made a point not to read into it, knowing her hesitancy stems from not knowing what Avery’s reaction will be, and instead of pushing her, I’ve set my sights on enjoying every little moment I can steal.

Take now, for example. She stopped in my office to drop off some files for the Dalencia Fashion campaign, and while I did need the shit inside said files, I need her more.

“Bye, Beau,” June says, a little smile on her lips, and I grab her hip, tugging her back toward my desk.

“No,” I whisper. “Don’t go.” It’s a whine and I know it, and she laughs at me before pulling her hand away and pointing at the door.

“I know it’s getting stressful, but you need to focus, okay? The pitch for your campaign is in less than two weeks, and as I’ve said previously, Seth is up to something.”

I frown. “I’d rather flirt with you.”

“Beau.”

“Come on, June,” I beg because I’m not above begging when it comes to her. “Help me procrastinate.”

She shakes her head cutely, her red hair dusting at the tops of her breasts. I try not to imagine the feel of them as I groan again.

“If you’d let me tell you what he’s doing, maybe you’d have time left over to—”

I shove back in my chair and sigh. “No. I don’t want to know.”

“Okay, then. That’s what I thought. And you know what? I even respect it. But yeah, I can’t distract you. I’m sorry.”

“Fine.” I roll my eyes dramatically. “Go work, then.”

She snorts. “I’m going. But you have to let go of my leg.”

“I’m not holding your leg,” I lie. I’m most definitely holding on to her leg, and now I’m running my fingers up her thigh. But just when I start to slide under her skirt, she pulls away on a giggle.

“You’re insane,” she says, still giggling as she waves a hand softly before spinning toward the door. She’s almost out of it when Avery appears, shoving her back in and closing both her and June in my office.

I settle back into my chair. If my sister’s history is anything to go by, I can expect this to be good. “You need something?” I ask.

“Christmas Eve,” Avery says, and I steeple my arms on the edges of my chair and rest my chin on top of my hands.

“Generally speaking, Christmas Eve is a great day to spend time with family…”

“Shut up, Beau,” Avery says as her eyes roll heavenward. “We need to talk about the specifics of our Christmas Eve.”

“Oh God,” June says with a moan, and I stifle the urge to laugh.

“Don’t Oh God me, Juniper Perry.” Avery glares at her. “Last year was a disaster, and you know it. I want to set ground rules for this year.”

“Or you could just be an adult and take Christmas as it comes,” I offer, and she shakes her head.

“No. No way. That’s the last damn thing I’m going to do.”

“Fine.” I laugh. “What are your Christmas rules?”

“No, and I mean absolutely no gifts of white gold or silver,” Avery announces like it’s of the utmost importance. “Clearly, I’m a yellow gold girlie, and any failure to realize that on your part is willful ignorance at this point. Weaponized incompetence, even.”

June chews on her bottom lip, her mouth curving up intently. It’s one of her prettiest looks, and suddenly, letting Avery spin her wheels with ridiculous guidelines doesn’t seem like such a bad idea.

“All right. Yellow gold.” I sigh. “What else?”

“I’ll also only accept the watching of The Santa Clause, The Holiday, and A Christmas Story, in that order. None of that White Christmas 1950’s bullshit you tried to pull last time.”

“Of course,” I agree, watching June just as closely as before. Her blue eyes sparkle.

“Diane’s already got her shit lined up for the food, but I won’t be tolerating anything other than chocolate chip cookies left out for Santa either.” Avery points a serious finger at me and then June. “No healthy options, no crap about him not being real. You’ll leave them, and you’ll like it.”

“Is that all? Or is there something else?”

“I will also be the first to open gifts,” my sister states, and since it’s all about Avery and Avery getting gifts, I know she’s finally getting to the nuts and bolts of the matter. “And I reserve the right to return anything I see fit. Don’t even try to guilt-trip me into keeping something I don’t like.”

I shake my head on an amused sigh. “Fine.”

“June?” she questions. “Are we on the same page here?”

“Oh. Yeah. Sounds good to me,” she agrees easily, rolling her eyes at me and making Avery shove her.

“Glad we understand each other,” Avery says, turning on her heels and offering a little wave over her shoulder.

Whipping open my office door, she’s gone as quick as she came, leaving June and me alone once again. June turns to leave, but I whisper a “Pssst” before she gets out the door.

When she turns back toward me, her eyebrows are raised in question.

“Just so you know, I have a list of Christmas Eve requirements too.”

She quirks an adorable brow and crosses her arms over her chest. “Oh really?”

I nod. “Yeah.”

“And what are they?”

“Well, for starters…” I tap my chin thoughtfully and make a show of glancing down at her skirt, my mind very much busy with what’s beneath it. “Absolutely no underwear allowed.”

She snorts. “Pretty sure Neil’s going to avoid going commando under his suit.”

“Ah-ah.” I waggle a finger at her. “These rules are just for you.”

“Right.” She nods, but her cheeks flush pink as thoughts I know are one hundred percent dirty start to fill her pretty little head. “And what are the other rules?”

“You think about me eating your pussy at least ninety percent of the day,” I say and lock my gaze with hers as my lips twitch into a smile. “If my math is correct, which, yeah, I think we can both agree it is, you’ll need to think about it for The Santa Clause, The Holiday, and at least half of A Christmas Story.”

“Beau…” She pauses, but I don’t miss the way her chest moves up and down with a shaky exhale of air.

“Yeah, June?”

She swallows, looks toward the windows of my office for a brief moment, and then her blue eyes are back on mine. “How about get back to work, Mr. Banks?” she chastises with a tsk. “Pretty sure you have much more important things to be worrying about than my panties.”

“Oh, I don’t know, June. Your panties—or lack thereof—are pretty fucking important.”

She laughs, shakes her head, and heads straight for my door. “Get back to work, Beau.”

I smile and waggle my eyebrows as she leaves the office, and even though there are a hundred dirty ideas rolling through my head, I drop it for now.

June is right. Today’s the last day before the office’s Christmas break, and I need to spend all the time working I can.

With the way I’m starting to feel about June, the rest of my time is likely to be filled by her.