Free Santa's Executive by Carrie Ann Ryan Page A

same page as him. He smiled and walked out of the inn toward his car. Yes, he'd enjoy getting her to see his side. He already liked her more than he'd known just that morning. He couldn't wait to see when she realized she was his.

 
    Chapter 6
     
    It had been almost five days since Justin had kissed her, and Rina still couldn't get it out of her head. His lips had been so soft, softer then she had expected. She loved how tentative it had been at first, and then the kisses had grown into something more passionate. She almost could have surrendered to him right then, but she couldn't. Though she had imagined it every delicious way, the real thing had blown her dreams out of the water. She didn't pull back at the first touch of his lips, but didn’t sink into him not wanting to melt against him or, worse, throw her arms around him and ride him like a pony. Because that would've been bad. 
    Very, very bad.
    Imagining that she was doing just that fluttered across her brain, and she groaned. Even though she hadn't wanted him to leave, she was glad that he had. Yes, he was sexy and funny and seemed to actually like her, but she couldn't give into those feelings. He had a job to do and so did she.
    She was an elf who didn't even know what she was going to do with the rest of her life. She didn't even know if she had a job when she went back to the North Pole. She could only stay in Holiday if she remained Justin’s assistant, and that wasn't even close to being a true possibility.
    Rina stood up and shook her head. She needed to quit wallowing and get some work done. Because she was a list organizer, she was really good at making her own lists. Even though Justin’s magic was inherent, that didn't mean he didn't have work to do. She already had made a list of the places he could visit, and now she needed to add it to the schedule and include training exercises for when they could connect again and use his magic. Her body warmed at the thought of that connection, but she shook it off. No, she couldn't think like that.
    A knock at the door pulled her out of her thoughts. She looked down at her watch and frowned. Who could that be? It couldn't be Justin; he was still at work. She quickly piled everything and hid the important things in case it was someone who didn't know the magical nature of the town. She could never be too careful.
    When she opened the door, she froze. Oh, no, it couldn't be.
    “Hello, Rina, dear,” Jack Frost sneered as he walked through her open door, uninvited. “I'm surprised you had the gall to sneak out and disobey my direct orders. Who do you think you are, Rina, dear?”
    Rina blinked and tried to gather the courage to talk, but she couldn't. She never could stand up for herself against Jack. He scared her more than anything else in the world. The fact that he was her boss made everything that much worse.
    She stared up at his gray eyes with their ice fractures. If they hadn’t looked as if they held the devil within them, they would've been beautiful. As it was, they looked as if they could see into her soul and steal it. His white-blond hair was perfectly coiffed, a strand never out of place. The chiseled features looked as if they had been carved from stone. He looked to be the perfect angel, yet she knew what lurked underneath the mask was anything but. 
    She balled her fists and straightened her shoulders. Santa had given her the okay. She wasn't in trouble anymore, except with Jack. “Santa called and said I should stay on as Justin's assistant, at least for this season. You didn't have any reason to come here, Jack.”
    Jack strode to her, his pristine suit looking as though a speck of lint wouldn’t dare to touch him. She held back a shiver of revulsion and as he traced her jaw with his finger. 
    “I have every right, Rina, and you know that. You snuck away without saying anything to your dear old boss, me. Santa may be the figurehead, but you know I am the one to pull the strings. I'm