Technically, I might be breaking and entering,
I didn’t come down the chimney.
And I’m no Ho (Ho Ho)
But I did get my hands on his . . . Surprise Package.
When I arrive at my remote holiday cottage,
I don’t expect to find a hot Scotsman in my bed.
I also don’t plan on being snowed in with him.
He says I have the wrong address—that the cottage is his.
But I think there’s another story,
One I’m determined to get out of him.
Meanwhile, we’re stuck.
Running out of clothes and sharing body heat.
Okay, so that’s just wishful thinking.
Because the man is the s*xiest thing I’ve ever seen in pajama pants,
Let alone touched . . .
I was man-handled in my bed by a hot brunette.
I thought Christmas had come early.
But then the snow came, trapping us.
Good job we get along like a house on fire.
Sparks flying. Fingers burned.
We’re hot for each other now,
But when the snow melts,
Will we find out we’re just too different to make this work?