All I want for Christmas

Chapter 12

COLE

The afternoon with my father was a sight, but we made progress with one another. We started with coffee and food; we chatted about Amelia and even managed to get to know one another again. I didn't tell him much about mum or the project, as that was the conversation that Carter and I were bringing up over Christmas. My father wanted to know about my law degree. When I told him, he looked so proud, something I never thought I would get from him.

After the coffee and food, we headed to his tailor, who got us suits. I was wearing a black one that fitted perfectly. My father went for his usual blue one with a black tight. The experience with my father was pleasant; there were no snide remarks or anything that made us feel uncomfortable about the day. It was a start, but we had a few ways to go with one another; it was a good start.

We arrived moments ago when Carter rang to find out where we were. Carter nearly had a heart attack when I mentioned I was with Dad. I told him we went to get me a suit and left out the whole Amelia conversation; he didn't need to know about that. I didn't need him to make fun of me.

My father and I wore the suits out of the store and headed back to the office.

Once we walked into the building, Bobby smiled and greeted us.

"Hello," he said as he followed us to the elevator, "I have been looking forward to the party all day; it should be an amazing night."

I nodded.

My father and Bobby talked while the elevator moved to the floor.

We stepped out, but I stood rooted to the spot as I took it all in. The whole floor was decorated white; it looked like the North Pole.

"Wow," my father murmured, "your brother outdone himself."

I couldn't agree more.

I looked around and spotted my brother, who was walking toward us.

A red-haired woman followed suit as he smiled.

"What do you think?" He asked as he motioned for us to come into the room.

I looked around and nodded.

"Not too bad," I said.

My eyes went around the room but landed on the gorgeous sight.

Amelia sat beside Sarah, wearing the dress I helped her zip up earlier.

I felt my mouth go dry.

"This is Melanie," Carter says, pulling me back from my thoughts.

I looked at the woman standing next to Carter. She smiled.

"This is my father, Carl Wilson, and my brother, Cole Wilson," he said, introducing us to her.

"It is nice to meet you," she said.

I gave her a smile.

My eyes went to Amelia again; she was having a deep conversation with Sarah, as she wasn't looking this way.

"I guess the pony will have to wait," said Carter, making me look at him confused.

I stared at him as he gave me a knowing look.

"Stop staring," he said, leaning closer to me so no one could hear, "you look weird."

I growled and pulled back.

I hated when he did this.

A waiter came around with some glasses, and I took one.

I walked away, leaving my father, brother, and Melanie to talk. I walked around saying hello to people but kept glancing over at Amelia.

I couldn't get over how stunning she looked.

I walked through the room. I would look at her at every moment, at different locations, and at different angles; she was breathtaking every time I looked. I glanced at her as I leaned on the nearby wall.

I had a good view of her.

The dress was stunning. Red was definitely her color, bringing out her skin and eyes more. I watch as Brandon, a guy from accounting, walks over to the girls. Amelia adjusts herself, and I feel my cock harden slightly as I take in. Her thigh was exposed due to the slight on her dress. I didn't even notice the slit earlier.

Well, I was more focused on Amelia the last time.

I watched as Brandon and Sarah talked while Amelia looked around the room.

"She is probably wondering if you are here," said my father as he handed me another drink.

I took it and gulped it down in one.

I was not too fond of wine, but it gave me courage.

"Easy there," he said.

I looked at him and sighed.

"Life's too short," said my father, "You need to tell her how you feel; go and talk to her."

That's easy said than done.

I looked back over at her and noticed she was standing up. I glanced toward the dance floor and saw Sarah dancing with Brandon.

Amelia watched them, but she moved toward the entrance.

I pushed off the wall and followed her.

"Go get her son," called out my father, but I didn't bother saying anything back.

I walked past everyone and walked out of the entrance. I stopped, looked toward the balcony, and there she was, looking out.

I walked toward her, my eyes never leaving her.

I skimmed over her curves and felt my cock harden more.

I stepped outside but moved my eyes to look at the view in the window. The whole town looked gorgeous, especially with everyone's lights on.

"Perfect view," I murmured, looking back at her.

Amelia turned to look at me as I stepped closer. I couldn't help but stare, our eyes locked, but goosebumps appeared over her body.

"Perfect view," I said. I was on about her as her eyes shone with the lights around us. "Are you cold?" I asked.

I shrugged off my jacket and placed it around her shoulders, leaving my hand on her shoulder longer than I should have. I went to move it, but Amelia put her hand on mine and stayed there.

"You okay?" I asked as her eyes bore into mine.

Amelia nodded.

I smiled.

We stood in silence, but something was clearly playing on her mind as she cocked her head to the side to look at me.

"Cole, what happened in my office? I don't..." she started to say, but I shook my head and placed my finger and thumb on her chin, making her stop talking altogether.

"I'm sorry," I said, "I wanted to kiss you, but I thought it was too soon, or you didn't want me to."

There, I said it.

Amelia's eyes widened as the words slipped past my lips.

I looked to the side and noticed a few people staring at us. Sarah and Brandon gave me a knowing look while Carter and my father stood behind me. Carter stood with a cocky smirk while my father smiled.

I looked back and stared at Amelia.

"How about we dance?" I asked as a slow song came through the doors.

Amelia smiled.

"I would love to," she said.

Amelia turned toward the balcony door, but I walked with her, placing my hand on her back and guiding her back into the room.