Getting ready for Thanksgiving dinner

This is her getting ready for Thanksgiving dinner with her family, which is why Roth wrapped up his business in London and they rushed home. 

She sang along to Christmas music as she did her makeup. She was flying high on festive cheer. She had a productive day wrapping the gifts she picked up on her travels while catching up with Johnny and Penelope. She unpacked her luggage and ignored Roth’s text, telling her that the housekeepers could do that for her. The fact that he was checking on her and not even trying to hide it should have pissed her off, but two heartwarming messages from readers had her skipping around the penthouse instead of calling Roth to give him a piece of her mind. Didn’t he say he had back to back meetings all day? He shouldn’t have time to stalk her. 

She checked the time on her phone and cursed. She should give Johan and Mo a heads-up that she was running a little late. She leaned toward the vanity and carefully applied eyeliner. She shifted to do the other eye and nearly stabbed herself when she saw a large shadow out of the corner of her eye. She yelped and jerked upright. 

“Holy shit, what the hell are you doing here?” she exploded. 

Roth raised his brow as he undid his tie. “I live here.” 

“I know, but…” She turned her face away as he caught her around the waist and tried to kiss her. “Make noise next time! You almost gave me a heart attack.” 

“I’ll remember that,” he said before he grabbed her face and got the kiss he wanted and started to undo his shirt. 

“I thought you wouldn’t be back until ten or later.” 

“I have another engagement,” he said as he dropped his pants. 

“Oh.” Her voice was a little strained. It took all of her self-control not to let her gaze drop. “Did anyone you met with today mention the holiday?”

“No.”

She sniffed. Everyone was too afraid to tell him that working on a holiday was a crime. 

He turned. This time, she couldn’t stop herself from admiring his ass as he strode to the shower. When he eyed her through the glass, she straightened and turned back to the mirror to finish her makeup.

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