No Bunny But You (Holiday Romance Series) by Carol Rose Read Free Book Online Page A

music? Da
da dah! Ta da, da dah !”
    “That’s not necessary, but I do appreciate your
enthusiasm.” A smile cracked his expression as he lobbed first one
of his shoes and then the other, at her.
    Catching his shoes, Molly dropped them out the
window, glad he’d begun to see the funny side of this.
    “I’d offer to help, you know, unzip you and ease you
out of your pants, but I probably shouldn’t get on the floor. There
may be damp spots.”
    “So kind of you to think of offering help.” He
grinned in response to her silliness. “You’re probably eager to
return the help that men have offered you over the years.”
    “Absolutely. And I’m looking forward to
watching.”
    “Then we should get on with the show. Cue the music.”
Drake loosed the button at the waist of his pants and unzipped as
she began humming the stripper song again. Of course, that was the
easy part. Holding the waist band as open as he could, he began
scooting backwards out of his pants an inch at a time.
    Taking off a pair of pants secured to the floor
wasn’t easy, she could see. Drake stopped every few minutes to jerk
the fabric down his legs little by little as he backed out of
them.
    Soon a strip of his flesh was seen, followed by his
shorts.
    To her own surprise, Molly began feeling heat inch up
her chest. This was so un-sexy a moment, but she was lusting after
the man.
    When they dated in high school, both were somewhat
conservative, never having gotten to stripping. At least, not down
to their skivvies.
    It was suddenly very hot. She took a breath, trying
not to hyperventilate and fall out of the window.
    As Drake slowly backed out of his pants, the briefs
or boxers question was answered. He clearly was a man who liked to
cover all his bases, but not be hemmed in. Other than their furtive
make-out sessions—which suddenly came back to her in vivid
detail—she’d always tried to think of him no more intimately than
any other friend.
    At least, most of the time.
    And here he was taking off his pants in front of her.
Molly told herself to act naturally, but she didn’t know what was
natural in a situation like this.
    Finally, he’d painfully scooted back against the
wall—not a far distance—extricating himself with difficulty from
the pants, now seen to be glued to the floor next to where her bed
would go. The thought streaked through Molly’s brain that she could
leave them there and always have a piece of Drake nearby when she
slept.
    “A little breezy?” She asked, trying to sound perky,
despite the urge to clear her throat as he leaned against the wall
to pull his foot out of the pants.
    “Yes.” Wearing just a t-shirt and dark blue boxer
briefs, he cat-walked along the edge of the floor to the window.
“This is why my doing a television segment is a bad idea. I suck at
this kind of thing.”
    * * *
    A week later, Molly dodged a little boy who came
charging around the edge of the brick and white stone house where
she was doing a birthday party in the backyard. “Whoa, there!”
    In a big, big backyard behind a beautiful Austin
mansion. Some kids had all the luck.
    She heard shrieks coming from the bounce house at the
back of the garden and made her way into the screened porch where
most of the party guests sat amid big hanging paper poufs and
balloons, nibbling on Molly’s rainbow Jello squares.
    One of the guests came up. “These are beautiful. How
did you make them?”
    Smiling at the woman, she continued shifting things
on the table to make room for the birthday cake, saying
automatically, “They’re simple to make. Pour cherry, orange, lime,
blue coconut and blueberry Jello with milk-flavored plain gelatin
between the colors. You’ll need to refrigerate the Jello between
layers, so they don’t mix. Then, you have a rainbow!”
    “Well, they’re great.” The woman took another rainbow
square and drifted away.
    Across the porch, Jenny, the birthday boy’s mom was
cool and beautiful in an expensive casual