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  Blurb

  Delilah Armstrong

  I had been so focused on others finding their happily ever after that I neglected myself.

  Until he walks into my office. Suddenly, it's all I can think about.

  Kyle Rothschild

  I never gave the future much thought, never gave women much thought either until I walked into her office. Now, I can see the future and it stars her.

  When everything she's worked for and what they've built together is threatened, they must find the culprit before it's too late.

  This is a KL and MK Flirty Filth novella, but there are some twists. Kick back and snuggle up with some hot chocolate or maybe a hot toddy and enjoy this Christmas instalove yumminess.

  One

  November, 2017

  Delilah Armstrong

  “Levidia!” I scream in horror. A few seconds later my assistant comes running into my office.

  “What? What happened?” she says looking around frantically.

  Just then another fake moan comes through the computer. I can feel my face turn bright red.

  “Oh my God. I don't know what happened. I opened an email, then all of a sudden this popped up and it won't go away.”

  I stare in horror at my computer screen as a woman is getting fucked into oblivion by a man with a cock that is in no way real. It can’t be. Although I really wouldn’t know, seeing as I have never seen a cock in real life. Levidia walks around my desk and I move out of her way. She clicks a few buttons and looks proud of herself until three more windows pop open. It sounds like I am having an orgy in my Goddamn office.

  “What the fuck? Try turning it off,” I say frantically. I try to turn it off by pushing the power button, but it doesn't work. Levidia quickly unplugs it and the computer goes dark. I sigh in relief. I may own a matchmaking service, but I do not want someone coming in here, hearing that noise and be thinking that is what I am all about.

  I built Elite Matchmaking Services from the ground up and have been working my ass off for the past three years to get it up and running. I can't very well do my job if I can’t use my fucking computer.

  “Okay plug it back in. Let’s see if it worked,” I say holding my breath as she does what I ask.

  “Okay, here goes nothing.” She plugs it in and nothing happens, the screen is black as fuck. “Uh, boss I think we are going to need to get an IT guy in here to fix it. This is the fourth one this month that’s broken,” Levidia says looking from me to the computer. Shit, she is right, technology hates me big time. I rub my temples.

  “I know you’re right, Levi. I just don't know who I can trust with all of my client's information. There is a lot of personal shit in the files that I have for them and I would hate for someone to steal it.”

  Not to mention that it is expensive as fuck and I can't be shitting out money that I don't have. That’s why I have been looking for someone that can help with background checks and all the other IT stuff. It would be so much easier if I didn't have to worry about that stuff. Not only would it take a huge load off my shoulders, but I would be able to meet more clients, all the while not having to worry about anything else. I will be able to focus on what I love the most about my job. Helping people find their one and only. I run my fingers through my hair, tugging on it a little. Fuck, I am doomed. I give myself a two-second pity party before shaking myself out of it. I didn't get as far as I am today by giving up when times get hard.

  “I think everything will be okay. Stop worrying so much. You will figure this out you always do.” Levi says giving me a knowing look.

  “Okay, you’re right, we can do this. I am going to need to reschedule my eleven-thirty because I need my computer and there is no way I am going to get it up and running by then,” I say staring daggers at the stupid computer. She smirks at me, “well I kind of thought this might happen so…” she grabs a piece of paper from her back pocket.

  “I think I found the perfect company to help you out. It says on the website that they do free consultations. It’s run by a guy named Kyle Rothschild. He is supposed to be amazing. He’s very fair with his prices. He even has a five-star rating on Google, so I scheduled you a lunch meeting so you can meet with him at the Noodle Cafe in an hour.”

  This is why I fucking love her. Everyone thought I was crazy for hiring her right out of high school, but I have always been a good judge of character. I knew the moment I met her she had a great head on her shoulders. I stand from my chair and hug her.

  “Thank you so much. You are a lifesaver.” She laughs and hugs me back.

  “That’s why you pay me the big bucks.” We pull away from each other laughing. Once we have settled down, she starts making her way out of my office. “I will call Mr. Nelson and let him know that something came up and ask when he would like to reschedule his appointment.”

  “Thanks.” She nods her head and closes the door on her way out. The next hour is spent doing as much work as I can without my computer. When it’s time to leave I grab my coat and purse and head out of my office.

  “Hey, boss. I got you an Uber. They are waiting outside for you,” Levidia says without looking up from her computer screen.

  “Thanks, what did Mr. Nelson say about me needing to cancel today's appointment?”

  “He said that he completely understood and not to worry about it. I rescheduled him for Monday at one. Now go to lunch, you don't want to be late.” I bite my lip, still concerned that this is the first time I have had to cancel an appointment and I hate doing it.

  “Okay, thank you,” I say.

  My business thrives on word of mouth and if a have someone saying that I am a flake, it is going to be horrible for my reputation, not to mention that my business could go down the shitter. She looks up and gives me her knowing smile the one where she knows I am freaking out on the inside.

  “I have it all handled, promise. Your next appointment isn't until four, so take your time.”

  I feel my shoulders relax a little. “Okay, I have my phone if you need anything. Just call me I will be back soon.”

  I walk out the door to the Uber and get in.

  I really hope this Kyle guy will be able to help me.

  Two

  Kyle Rothschild

  I scramble to get across town to make my lunch meeting at noon. I hate being late, but my last consult went over the time I allocated, thus my speeding down I-20 to get to the restaurant on time. The traffic gods are on my side as there is not one accident on the interstate. That is a miracle in itself, but as I take the exit ramp onto Peachtree, the restaurant comes into view and there are actually parking spots in front. Thank God. I really thought I was going to have to drive around until one opened up.

  I park my truck, feed the meter, and walk inside at noon on the dot. The noodle joint is packed, but I am immediately drawn to a gorgeous redhead sitting alone, looking down at her phone. Whatever she is reading has her smiling. My heart actually skips a beat. I walk over to the table, causing her to look up at me. I am struck by her green eyes.

  “Mrs. Armstrong?” I ask, hoping this is who I will be eating lunch with.

  “It’s Ms. Armstrong, Mr. Rothschild?” She stands and shakes my outstretched hand. I like how quick she was to point to the fact that she is unmarried.

  “Kyle, please,” I say, pulling out a chair and sitting down. “Have you been waiting long?” I ask.

  “Oh, no. I just sat down,” she says. Her voice is soft and goes straight to my
dick. I shift uncomfortably.

  “Good,” I say as the waitress walks up to the table.

  I listen as she orders her pad Thai and a Diet Coke.

  I order the same thing, but with a sweet tea.

  “Now Ms. Armstrong,”

  “Delilah,” she says, interrupting me. I smile.

  “Of course, Delilah, I believe I spoke to your assistant, Levidia, this morning. She told me your office computers have been having some trouble. I am happy to provide a consultation. I need to see them, I am free this afternoon.” I am not actually free, but I will do anything to spend more time with this woman.

  “Oh my God, you’re a lifesaver,” she says as the waitress brings our drinks to the table.

  “Thanks,” we say at the same time.

  “No, please. It’s my job. Tell me a little about your business and how I can help you.”

  “Promise you won’t laugh?” she asks, blushing. This intrigues me.

  “Of course, I would never,” I say.

  “I am a matchmaker,” she says smiling. I didn’t actually know those were a real thing.

  “I see. Is a lot of that done online?”

  “I have to. There are background checks and personality tests. I rely heavily on computers, but I have lost four just this month.

  “What do you mean lost?”

  “They just stopped working. The one before today’s literally caught on fire.”

  “That’s strange. What happened today?”

  “I think that is better explained by the computer,” she says laughing.

  “Alright. I can head over to your office after we eat. I’m starving.”

  “That would be great.”

  We spend the rest of lunch getting to know each other. She is rather fascinating.

  After the bill arrives, which I insist on paying, we head outside. She fiddles with her phone.

  “Did Levi give you the address?” she asks.

  “She did, but I actually know the area well.”

  “Excellent, I’ll meet you there shortly.”

  “Did you drive over?”

  “No, my car is in the shop. I took an Uber.”

  “It seems silly to wait on Uber when we are going to the same place,” I say casually, hoping it doesn’t come off as creepy.

  “You’re right. Where did you park?”

  “Right here,” I say pointing at my truck.

  “Nice,” she says as I unlock and open the passenger door for her. “Thanks.”

  I walk around the front of the truck and slide into the driver’s seat. It’s a quick seven-minute drive to her office. Once parked, I grab my briefcase from the backseat and we walk down the street to her building. Elite Matchmaking Services is etched into a gold plaque by the door. It’s elegant, just like she is. She opens the door and I follow her in. We appear to be the only ones here.

  “Can I get you anything before you start?” she asks.

  “No thanks. Lead the way to the computer.”

  She smiles and nods. “Of course. Right this way.” She leads me through some French doors, into a tidy office. Her desktop is a state of the art HP Touch All in One. It’s sleek and silver. She sits on the opposite side of the desk while I move behind it. I notice that it is unplugged so I plug it back in and push the power button. After a few seconds, it turns back on.

  “Password?” I ask.

  “Love,” she says, quietly. Of course, it is. I type it in and immediately the room is filled with moans and the sound of skin slapping together. Damn, this girl likes it filthy. I’d be more than happy to oblige her.

  “Oh fuck, I actually forgot about that,” she says frantically. I chuckle. When the screen lights up, the porn that is playing is odd, to say the least. The woman in this quite graphic film is a redhead and looks similar to Delilah.

  “Have you seen this?” I ask.

  “No, of course not. I opened what I thought was a business email and the sound started up. I turned it off. Why?” she asks, coming around her desk. “Oh. My. God. That girl looks like me.”

  “Nah,” I find myself saying. “You are much more beautiful. The only thing you have in common is your hair color,” I finish before I can stop myself.

  “You think I’m beautiful?” she asks.

  “I do,” I say. Trying to discover the root of the video. The nearness of her and the sounds from the video are making my cock hard. Again. If I am honest, the movie isn’t doing shit for me. It’s her. Her long red hair and creamy skin are less than an inch from me. Her perfume is intoxicating and to keep from grabbing her, I ensure that I am using both hands to shut this shit down. The look in her eyes tells me she really didn’t go surfing the net for this.

  Finally, after about twenty minutes, I locate and remove the virus from her computer.

  “Do you have anti-virus software?” I ask when the sounds of the crazy fucking stops altogether.

  “No, I’ve only had the computer for three days. I haven’t gotten around to it yet,” she says biting her lip.

  “I will install some, and you should be good to go,” I say. I plug in a thumb drive from my briefcase and install the anti-virus tool I created. It does exactly what I need it to do.

  “Wait. That’s it? How much is this going to cost me? You didn’t do a consultation.”

  “On the house, Delilah. It was a quick fix.” I finish up the install and run a scan. I find several more infected files.

  “I don’t feel right about that. You paid for lunch and now this? It’s too much,” she says, looking down at her lap, her gorgeous hair falling to one side. Is it terrible that all I want to do is tangle my hands in what is sure to feel like silk?

  “How about you let me pick you up for dinner tonight and we forget all about this?” I ask smoothly. I fully expect a “no” and for her to tell me she has a boyfriend. Watching her bite that plump bottom lip while she thinks about it is pure torture.

  “Um, sure. What time?” she asks and I let out the breath I didn’t realize I had been holding in.

  “I’ll pick you up at seven. Is here okay?”

  “Yeah, here is perfect. I live upstairs,” she says quietly.

  She is sitting on the edge of her desk. Her long-ass legs are crossed and she taps her foot on the air. Her sexy dress has ridden up and I can see the tops of her thigh highs. My mouth actually waters. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.

  “Alright, you are all set,” I say standing. She hops off the desk and walks me out.

  “I’ll see you tonight, Delilah,”

  “Yeah, tonight,” she says excitedly, walking me out to her lobby, and closing the door behind me.

  After less than two hours in her presence, I have an overwhelming need to make her mine. I’m calling it now.

  I will do anything it takes to marry this woman.

  I had no idea love at first sight was real, but here I fucking am.

  Three

  Delilah

  The minute he walks out of my office I want to squeal. I have a date with the sexiest man alive. A couple of minutes later Levi comes in with my afternoon coffee.

  “Oh my god Dee, he was smokin’ hot. Did you get his number?” she asks as she sets my drink on my desk. I fan myself.

  “He is so smokin’ and I did one better. He asked me out. He’s picking me up at seven.” She sits down in one of the chairs in front of my desk.

  “I know he is super-hot and the way his ass fills out them jeans... Yum, but please text me and let me know where he is taking you. We don't want him taking you to the woods and having his way with you.” I feel myself blush hell I wouldn't mind him having his way with me.

  “Don't worry, Levi. I have a good feeling about this guy, but to put your mind at ease, I will text you to let you know where I am.”

  The girl worries too much. She's only eighteen. It's like she has the weight of the world on her shoulders. She gives me a smile.

  “Thank you, I know it's crazy how paranoid I'm ab
out it. It's just well, I know how fucked the world can be. You are too good of a person to have anything happen to you.” I know there is something in her past that haunts her, but I haven't asked what it is. I know that she will tell me when she is ready.

  “It’s okay Levi. I understand. I’m going to make you do the same thing when you meet your one.” She throws her head back in laughter.

  “Yeah, that's not going to happen. I don't plan on dating like ever. Don't you dare try to put your matchmaking mojo on me either.”

  “I can't promise anything,” I say with a mischievous smile

  “Don't you dare.” The phone at the front desk rings.

  “Yes! Saved by the ring,” she says laughing and quickly gets up shutting my door behind her.

  The rest of my day goes by in a blur. Before I know it, I am on my way home to get ready for my first ever date. Sure, I might be a matchmaker but that doesn't mean I’ve ever had the heartache of being fucked over by a man. No, I started Elite Matchmaking Services because I believe in that fairy tale kind of love every girl dreams of.

  I've seen it with my parents and my grandparents. I know that kind of love is out there and with a little help from me, I can make their dreams come true.

  I just didn’t know that mine would come so soon and that I wouldn’t have to look for him. The minute I saw Kyle, I knew he was going to be mine. I could just feel it. Now, it’s time for me to let him know that he’s mine and that I don’t plan on going anywhere. God, listen to me, I sound like some kinda crazy cavewoman. I quickly get in the shower and wash my hair. I grab my favorite body wash and start washing my body. I close my eyes and picture Kyle’s strong hands running over my skin. His thick fingers massaging my breasts instead of my own. I bite my lip as I picture his calloused fingers running down my stomach and over my pussy. I moan, running my fingers through my pussy lips. I imagine him telling me what a naughty girl I am for playing with my pussy without him being here.