Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 88(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 88(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
Well, it doesn’t help that my pretend husband looks like a superman under the suit. Seriously, I couldn’t get that padding in there fast enough, but I’m sure it’s not going to help with all these thirsty women going to be out there.
“What’s wrong, wife?” he asks me, sliding up behind me before we reach the exit.
“Nothing’s wrong, husband,” I tease, purring out the word husband.
“Be careful, Ms. Sellers. I don’t know how well this cup will hold.” The grunt sound that comes from his voice does things to me that aren’t fair. Why is that sound so damn hot? He’s in a Santa suit and that’s not sexy, but this man makes it look sensual, dirty.
“Luckily, this is a dry run before tomorrow.”
“Still, four hours is already feeling like my breaking point.”
“Do you flirt with all your employees, Mr. Nicholas?” I question, flirting in return.
His hand comes up to caress my chin. “Only you. The one who’s going to be mine.”
“What if I said I was taken?” I challenge.
“I’d say I’d have to kill him, put you on my naughty list, and take you over my knee.” I flood with desire, soaking my panties instantly, and I’m grateful I’m wearing tights.
“Let’s welcome Santa and Mrs. Claus,” Marianne announces on the microphone. We run-through what will happen, and then after, we figure out what works best, then Mr. Nicholas calls an end to the run-through.
His assistant, whom my sister seems to keep looking at every few minutes, says, “Trent, the investors say that they can meet in the next hour.”
He frowns and then says, “Good. I’ll be there.”
Well, I guess that’s the end of our meeting, which is fine because I have to go babysit in about two hours for most of the afternoon and into the late evening.
“It’s been really nice to meet you, Mr. Nicholas.”
“Where are you going?”
“I have to go to work, but I’ll be back for tomorrow’s duties. Unfortunately, I have a prior obligation. Don’t worry, I’ll change first and leave the costume safely here, of course.”
“Call me Trent and give me your number, just in case.”
“I don’t give my number to strangers, but since you’re my husband, I guess I can make an exception.” He pulls out his phone from the Santa suit. Obviously, he’s a very busy man and can’t be without his device for a minute. I’m mentally taking a point off, but I still give him my number. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, we both have somewhere we’re supposed to be.”
“You’re sassy. I think you’re going to be on Santa’s naughty list, and you might like it.” I wink and walk past him and into the changing room. He does not know how much I want to be on his naughty list. I’ve never been a bad girl, but I’d change my ways for him.
I strip out of the mini costume, which is a size too small for my chest, but unfortunately, that’s all they had available so late in the season. Sliding on my jeans, I feel the stickiness of my panties and know that I better be careful and change them when I get home, so I don’t get a rash. Damn hot boss.
I’m going to kill my sister for never telling me that her boss was a damn sexy Greek god in a suit with eyes that stare into my soul and demand I surrender.
When I get out of the room, my sister’s waiting there with her clipboard and a grin on her pretty, less freaked-out face. When she pounded on my door this morning, waking me up at five, I thought something terrible had happened to my parents.
“So girl, I know my boss has lost his mind over you, but I never expected you to just turn into the queen of seduction. Holy cow. It was insane.”
“I don’t know what came over me, but he’s hot as hell. You should have warned me about that or that he’d be filling in.”
“I didn’t know who was going to be Santa. In fact, his assistant was supposed to be Santa until the boss caught sight of you. I thought he would brand his name on your ass the way he was so damn territorial. Tomorrow is going to be brutal.”
“Well, maybe the thrill will wear off by tomorrow. I’ll be old news by then, and he’ll find another pretty thing to flirt with.”
“The boss doesn’t flirt. Here he comes,” she whispers the last part.
“Do you need a ride home?”
“Actually, I brought my car.”
“Then I’ll see you tomorrow, wife.” He winks and then walks off with Dennis while I attempt to catch my breath. I wanted to scream at him, “Is that how he’s supposed to say goodbye to his wife?” but then I remembered we’re not really a couple and that would be foolish.