I picture the adult CJ being played by actor Samuel. C. Hunt.

4: Mistletoe
CJ Roberts (OLTL) and Greenlee Smythe (AMC)

Notting Hill, England

He hadn't expected to find himself positioned under the mistletoe yet again tonight. He'd had his turn with most of the girls in the crowded club already. Somehow this one though … Well, she'd managed to slip under his radar until she was literally barreling into him, apparently trying to escape a handsy, forty-something guy who looked completely out of place here.

Oh, but she was gorgeous with that dark blonde hair. Petite, but filled out in all of the right places. He wanted to put his hands on those trim hips, raise her up onto her little pink-painted toenails that peeked out from expensive leather pumps, and press a scintillating kiss to her full lips.

"Would you look at that?" He pointed upwards where a sprig of mistletoe was placed just so in the archway.

The woman shook her head. "Don't get any ideas."

"You wouldn't want to buck tradition, now would you?"

"I am not a traditional sort of girl," she said. "And besides haven't you been slobbering all over at least a dozen other women tonight?"

CJ smirked. "So you were watching me?"

She got flustered, her cheeks colored. Adorable.

"Hardly."

"Then how do you know who I've been kissing on?"

"Because I know your type."

"Oh yeah? And what type is that?" He challenged.

"You're a player."

"Don't judge a book by its cover."

"Believe me, I've read that book and I'm not interested."

"You like me."

"Hah! You're not even that cute."

CJ chuckled. "I kind of like this banter thing."

"I am not bantering. I'm humoring you. There's a big difference." The haughty beauty looked around and spotted the handsy guy from before charging her way again like a heat-seeking missile.

"Oh no," she said. "Hide me!"

CJ smiled as the gorgeous girl spun him around and grabbed him by the front of his shirt, tugging him close. She rose on those cute little toenails of hers and reached for him, little fingers playing over the light stubble dusting his cheeks.

"Kiss me," she demanded.

She did not need to ask twice.

He dropped his head, moving low, tracing her plump lips with the pad of his thumb before going in for the kill. Her lips tasted of cherry-flavored lip gloss and were even softer than they'd appeared to be. He couldn't resist greedily devouring them, nibbling on the bottom one, as his hands slid down her sides to settle on her lean hips.

He smiled as he heard her moan. She parted her lips to allow his tongue entrance into her mouth. They might have kissed for five seconds or five minutes, he wasn't sure, but when they came up for air, they were both panting and her lips looked puffy and bruised.

"That was -" CJ started.

"He's gone!" the woman said.

CJ's head was still spinning. At first, he didn't contemplate who she meant. Then he realized the middle-aged lecher had slipped out the door, no doubt seeking a new target.

"You used me," CJ said in a mock-hurt tone of voice.

"Of course I did. You don't think I wanted you… Oh no. You did."

He chuckled. "You were moaning the whole time."

She flushed. "That was - was a moan of pain."

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that." He backed up then. Time to let her come after him. "So see you around. Happy holidays and all of that."

She blanched. "Is that all?"

"Yeah. I mean, you didn't even enjoy the kiss." He started to turn around but stopped when she called to him.

"What's your name anyway?" She asked.

"CJ."

"What kind of name is that?" She asked.

"What's your name?" He turned the question around on her.

She sniffed. "Greenlee."

"What kind of name is that?"

"Oh shut up!" She spat in exasperation before turning on her heel and stomping outside.

He just smiled.

Best kiss ever.