Captain Swan - A Date for the Holidays (and everyday too would be nice)

THIS IS ONLY A SNEAK PEEK

Chapter 2

Killian doesn’t think he could get any more nervous than he already is...until the Uber pulls up in front of the house Emma gave him the address to. And he thinks the anxiety he feels might have to do with how decked out the house is, with the Christmas lights and tall candy canes in the front yard strung together around the Santa and reindeer and the large blow-up snowmen and gingerbread people, or the fact that seeing her parents’ house just made this all too real.

Either way, his stomach is coiled in knots as he makes his way up the walkway. Emma doesn’t live with her parents, but when she told them she had a date for New Year’s Eve, they were insistent upon meeting him. He’s fine with that—he truly is—but he hopes her parents will like him.

He had sort of downplayed how attracted to her he was at the mall. He couldn’t exactly say, hey, I ran into you because I was distracted by your incredible beauty. He was on his way to the vitamin store when he spotted this beautiful stranger with her long blonde curls, pouty red lips begging to be kissed and those sparkling emerald eyes...he doesn’t even know how to describe them exactly, all he knows is they momentarily made him forget his own name. And when she mentioned the holidate idea, he had hoped she’d offer to be his date, because he was too afraid to ask her himself. He, Killian Jones, was too afraid to ask a woman on a date.

He normally has no problem asking out women he’s interested in—there haven’t been a lot—but ever since Milah broke his heart, he’s been trying to protect himself. And he didn’t exactly tell Emma the truth about his brother. The reason he works on the holidays isn’t that Liam makes him work; it’s because Killian would rather work than face another holiday alone. He knows he shouldn't have lied, but he didn’t want Emma to think he was just desperate to find a date for the holidays. He didn’t want to bring his baggage into the equation.

Killian chuckles when he reads the welcome mat in front of the door.

If there’s no answer, we’re either under a sleeping curse or making tacos.

His nerves ease a bit, but the way Emma described her family, they seemed more intense than the welcome mat suggests.

Killian takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly and heavily before he rings the doorbell. He’s looking down at his feet, reminding himself to relax and trying to convince himself everything will be fine.

The bells hanging from the top of the Christmas wreath chime when the door opens.

The first things he sees when he lifts his gaze are the black fuck-me heels on her feet—bloody hell, even her toes are sexy—and he moves his eyes up her body to take in the entire package.

Long legs tan and toned and go on for days, a black dress that hugs all her luscious curves. And then there’s the sweetheart neckline with a deep v-cut which showcases the most fantastic breasts he’s ever laid eyes on. She is so goddamn sexy, and he’s hard as a rock just imagining how good she'd look out of that dress. Which is not a visual he should be having when he’s about to meet her family.

“Wow…” he breathes, barely able to lift his jaw off the ground long enough to get the words out, “stunning.”

When he lifts his eyes, her cheeks are painted a beautiful shade of pink as she flashes a pearly white smile. His face heats as she seems to be appreciating the view in front of her. “Thank you. You don’t look so bad yourself.” She lets him inside and grabs her clutch purse and red jacket from the closet.

Once she returns, his eyes are again spanning up and down her form, but they keep gravitating toward her gorgeous breasts, and he keeps remembering what she looked like covered in his green juice. Her breasts looked fantastic even then, but it doesn’t compare to the way they look in her dress.

“Killian?”

The sound of his name pulls his attention from Emma and toward the man coming up behind her. Who, oddly enough, Killian recognizes.