You’re something of a Grinch when it comes to Christmas.

This time last year your partner dumped you two weeks before the holidays, left you heartbroken, and even had the gall to take the trip you’d planned together on their own—something Roddy absolutely loved to prod you about whenever he got bored, which was often.

He’s been unrelentless about it, and you can’t imagine looking forward to Christmas less.

You’re barely through the door of Slough House before you audibly groan at the decorations—tinsel taped crookedly to desks, a sad little tree in the corner.

And then you let out another groan when you climb the stairs and enter your joint office with Roddy.

You pause, frowning, and notice something hanging off the back of his gaming chair. “Is that mistletoe on the back of your chair?” you ask, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Good eyes,” he smirks. “Saving it for a special lady. Could be you if you play your cards right."

“Are you that desperate?”

“I’m simply a man of opportunity. Wanna take a ride before I’m off the market? The sex market that is,” Roddy grins, scooting his chair toward you far too confidently.

“Never in a million years.”

“Come on, I’ll help you forget all about that ex of yours. Five minutes on my lap and you’ll stop scowling like that."