Jennifer LaBrecque - Mistletoe Madness

2006

Merry Christmas and ho, ho, ho. And just who was the bright bunny whod come up with the whole Secret Santa schmiel? Oh, yeah, bosss daughter. Tatiana Allen rolled her eyes. Yep. It was brilliant. Double brilliant that now, in addition to everything else, with less than two weeks left until Christmas, she had to buy a Secret Santa giftand for Cole Mitchell no less. Ugh. Cole, Wheres-My-Silver-Spoon, Mitchell.

Of course, truth be told, it wasnt exactly as if her Christmas activity cup runneth over. For the second year in a row, after both retiring from the local power company in Yurgash, Indiana, her parents were taking a Christmas cruise. Late-December snow and ice in Yurgash or a float trip through the sunny Caribbean? That was a no-brainer. And after working hard all their lives, theyd informed her, they were learning to play before it was too late. In fact, her mother had been on something of a crusade for Tatiana to break what she called the curse of the legendary Rumasky work ethic. Crazy talk. Mom definitely needed a break.

Last year Tatiana had joined Grandma Rumasky for Christmas. This year Grandma and Ivan Chertoff were headed to Vegas for a Chapel of Love holiday hookup and a honeymoon parked in front of the slots. Grandma Rumasky didnt have the best of luck with husbands-they tended to die on her-but she and Ivan were both determined to seize the day. More power to them.

And Tatiana was a big girl. At twenty-eight, there was no reason she couldnt spend Christmas alone. In her co-op.In the city. Not a big deal.

Tatiana crumpled the piece of paper bearing her fellow food critic and archnemesiss name and tossed it into the garbage can beneath her desk. Okay, so maybe she did have time to shop for a gift. Maybe, in fact, she had time in spades. But for Cole?As long as no one expected her to be filled with the spirit of goodwill when she shopped for him.

Have you checked your e-mail? Elle said, sticking her head in the door of Tatianas office.

When Elle, administrative assistant to their department head, made inquiries like thatForeboding reared its ugly head. No. Why?

Melvins had a brain fart. Elle massaged her temple. I swear, I think his therapist is screwing around with his Prozac dosage.

Melvin, their esteemed department head, functioned optimally when medicated. And Elle, unlike her boss, was emotionally stable and a straight shooter without chemical enhancement. She called it the way she saw it. This must be bad.

Tatiana planted her forearms on her desk. Im braced. What is it?

Melvin has decreed, via e-mail, that in keeping with the spirit of the holiday, well be celebrating the Eight Days of the Season.

Oh, boy. This sounds like a real winner. Howd he come up with this?

In order to be politically correct, he took the twelve days of Christmas, the eight days of Hanukah and the seven days of Kwanzaa. He averaged them to come up with the Eight Days of the Season. That means eight Secret Santa gifts and a biggie on the last day.

Color her a whiner, but this holiday season was going from bad to worse. She did a quick calculation. And Melvins math skills sucked. It should be nine days, but she wasnt saying squat.

Do you know why the windows dont open here on the twenty-seventh floor? Tatiana jammed a thumb over her shoulder in the direction of the window. Because wed be too damn tempted to jump.

It was a good thing Melvin was brilliant at his job, because the other stuff that went along with himEight Secret Santa gifts-for Cole. Not only did she have to endure him at work, now she had to spend her hard-earned money on him, too. Please tell me this is Melvins idea of a joke.

Uhno. Elle shoved her straight blond hair behind one ear. Tall, model-thin, sophisticated, itd be so easy to hate Elle, except she was too genuinely nice to hate. Unlike Cole Mitchell, who was easy fodder.

Connoisseur had a long-standing reputation as the premier travel/food magazine. And Tatiana had known she wanted the high-profile spot of Connoisseur restaurant critic since shed waitressed her way through college. Traveling to foreign, exotic locales to taste, test and review eateries for discerning travelers was her dream job. Shed worked long and hard, with unwavering determination, to earn one of the two coveted positions at the magazine. And then Cole had waltzed into the same job through family connections. She mightve managed to overlook it if they hadnt struck sparks off one another from day one. No, Cole Mitchell was easy to dislike. And his good looks and easy charm were simply another strike against him in her book.

Thats Melvin, spreading love and peace, eighteen people at a time, Elle continued. She stepped closer to the desk and lowered her voice. So whod you get?

Oh, no. Im not telling. Elle was fun and a great source of departmental information, but she was also an inveterate gossip. And the animosity simmering between Tatiana and Cole was something the whole department had been avidly watching. There was no way Elle wouldnt spill the beans. Youll slip up and Ill be outed to Melvin. Then hell come up with something totally horrible because I screwed up the surprise element of his Eight Days of Secret Santa Season. No can do.

I would not slip up.

Uh-huh. Just like a fat man and eight reindeer were gonna be making rounds on Christmas Eve. Not deliberately.

Well, go ahead and pull up the e-mail. Read it and weep. Ta. Elle left as suddenly as shed appeared.

Tatiana clicked on her e-mail icon and skimmed Melvins missive. Eight gifts for Cole Mitchell? Maybe she could start out with a personality to go along with his ego. Unfortunately she didnt know where to purchase a personality for Mr. Arrogant Imbecile, but she knew just what she could order for his first gift. She clicked on the search and typed in her request. An evil smile played about her mouth. She loved online shopping.

Tatiana Allen. Cole Mitchell rolled his neck, to no avail. Tatiana pain was mental, not physical. And anyway, she was a pain much farther south than his neck.

Eighteen people in the department and he got stuck playing Secret Santa to Ms. Acid-Tongued Shrew. Oh, joy. Maybe he could buy her a one-way ticket to some far and distant place. Trouble was, she went to far and distant places, but she always returned-like his recurring pain. Perversely hed begun to anticipate matching wits and trading barbs with her on the occasions when they were both in the office.

He reconsidered. Maybe this wouldnt be so bad after all when her Santa gave her just what she deserved. And he got to make that decision. It would definitely be something that would leave the group laughing and her squirming. Hey, this Secret Santa could be heady stuff.

His phone extension buzzed. Cole? Elles disembodied voice came over the intercom.

Yeah?

Melvin needs to see you in his office. ASAP.

Sure thing. Cole pushed back from his desk and picked up his day planner.

Melvin was a bona fide nut job. One of those guys you looked at and wondered how hed made it as far as he had with his numerous quirks. Lucky for him, he had a damn fine eye for critique and editorial. Professional schizophrenia.

Of course, quite a number of people considered Coles success questionable. He knew that accounted for much of Tatianas attitude. She only saw what he had seemingly stepped into. She had no clue what hed walked away from. It had taken about five whole minutes for word to spread of Coles fathers meeting with Connoisseurs publisher. Of course, no one other than Cole knew his father had been there to try and thwart his sons career move. But if thats what people wanted to believe, screw em. Hed quit playing the if-youd-give-me-a-chance-you-might-like-me game when he was a kid.