Millionaire Under the Mistletoe

by Stefanie London
Publication Date: November 14, 2016
Genres: Adult, Entangled: Indulgence, Contemporary, Romance

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Trees decorated with winking fairy lights adorned a path that led to the London Eye. Against the pitch-black sky, the Ferris wheel was lit up in neon blue, vibrant and ethereal. People were ice-skating in a rink beneath it, the sound of laughter and the occasional squeal rising up into the air.

“Have you ever gone ice-skating before?” he asked.

“The only ice we have back home is the kind that keeps my mojito cold,” Stella joked as she watched the skaters whiz past, their scarves flapping behind them like rainbow streamers.

“Come on, then.” Evan grabbed her hand and led her to where they could pay for access to the rink and hire their skates.

Their breath billowed up in soft white clouds, and her nose and cheeks were already numb. For the first time since arriving in England the cold didn’t bother her.

“I’m going to warn you now, the closest I’ve ever come to this is roller-blading. It didn’t end well. There were tears.” She paused as they lined up to swap their shoes for skates. “Not mine, but the man I accidentally pushed over into wasn’t impressed when I roller-bladed into his crotch.”

“Are you telling me I should watch out for my privates?”

“You should always watch out for your privates.”

They paused to change into their skates and Stella held onto Evan’s arm with a claw-like grip as they made their way to the rink. His muscles were hard, totally noticeable even under the layers of puffy clothing. A memory floated to the surface—his strong arms holding her up in the shower, making her feel completely and utterly secure. Completely and utterly protected.

“So, is this a good surprise?” he asked, helping her onto the ice and not even cringing when she squealed as her skates slid unexpectedly.

“Ask me in a few minutes.”

The other skaters flew past with the confidence of people used to ice and a true winter. The children were fearless, zooming around with the kind of “devil may care” attitude that belonged only to people who’d never experienced a broken bone. Stella, on the other hand, treated the ice with the utmost suspicion.

“Relax into it,” Evan said, leading her along slowly while she held on to the railing with her free hand. “Let go of the railing, I’ll keep you upright.”

“But I’ll get mowed down by one of these little demons.” She nodded towards a boy of about ten chasing a girl in a purple outfit.

“Don’t be a chicken.” He gave her a tug and she squeaked as her hand slipped off the railing. “Trust me.”

“You don’t seem super trustworthy right now.”

They moved around the rink, gaining speed little by little as Stella found her balance. She gripped Evan’s hand tightly but started to enjoy the feeling of the wind on her face and the soothing sameness of the rink laps. Even though the gloves prevented skin-to-skin contact, she could feel the hard grip of Evan’s hand guiding her, keeping her safe. Her earlier stress had melted away—or perhaps it was simply frozen into submission.

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