Everyone believed the story that Mr. and Mrs. Frosty had lived happily ever after, but it was all a bunch of ice snowballs, a story that had been created by none other than Santa himself.
It’s true that Frosty had been married, but he had caught shifters Dancer and Donner taking his wife for some wild rides. No, Frosty had divorced his wife, started his business, Frosty Inc. and was burying himself in work. With those striking blue eyes, he had plenty of interested women, but it wasn’t until she stepped into his office as a replacement personal assistant that Frosty realized what he had ben missing.
Holly Berry, a full-figured, curvy woman with dark brown hair and the biggest doe-like brown eyes he had ever seen, came into his office and inserted Christmas all through out the building, bringing treats for all, including him.
Could he get over the hurt of the past and embrace Holly’s gift or would she flee him as Christmas spirit had every year?
Frosty stared at Holly, now seeing the resemblance to her brother. It was hard to believe the little princess he had seen on occasion was sitting here in his office, and she was a princess. She just seemed to refuse to acknowledge it.
“Are you going to let me in on what that was all about?” Mark asked him, jarring him out of his thoughts.
“We were just volunteered to help Holly here with the homeless and orphanage the day before Christmas,” Frosty said, smiling at his friend.
“Do you know how busy I’ll be that day?” Mark asked.
“I’m sorry, ignore what my father said, really. I’ll mange fine.” Holly got up and swayed a little.
“Easy there, Holly,” Frosty said, wrapping his arm around her waist.
“Thank you.” She looked up at him. “Please, Mr. Frosty don’t let what my father said influence anything you two do. I’ve worked hard to get where I am and I don’t need his interference.” She growled and looked around her as if her father would hear her and Frosty knew it was true.
He reached up and tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. “What if I want to help and take you to your brother’s?”
Holly stepped back. “But then how would I know if you were doing it for me or because of my father?” She smiled. “Either way it would seem I have no say. Please, the both of you. Eat and finish your business. I have some calls to make and the others will be coming back from lunch soon." Holly stepped out of his office, shutting the door.