Tall, dark, startlingly handsome, and over ten years older… My new boss was a giant, sexy distraction.

No wonder I panicked during the job interview, babbling about how a quiet holiday was the best I could hope for. That obviously wasn’t going to happen now.

Tristan was caught up in every trifling detail, keeping me on my toes, yet exciting me.

I’d never craved someone’s touch. Never felt true desire, or wanted someone to make me feel special.

That was precisely what he did, surprising me at a friend’s holiday party. His sweetness was the cherry (well, raspberries) on top of a festive season that was even more layered than my favorite holiday dessert.

But like the whipped cream and pudding, I can’t expect perfection to last for long.