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“Wait, do you actually need a job?” I growl, unable to keepto erupt out of ht now

Naughty or nice, I don’t give a damn I’ll make her mine either way

“I wouldn’t turn doork”

A note of shame pricks at her I read it, clear and sharp She must really need the money

“Christet a day’s pay How does that sound?”

She skips around the picket fence, causing her breasts to bounce alluringly It takes everything I possess not to charge across and bend her over, spank that round ass and grind the heel of h her pants

Instead, I s, forcing down the desire

“Are you serious?” She wrings her hands together “Today?”

“Today,” I tell her “Wait here”

I stand, hoping she doesn’t look down and see how stiff she’s e htoward the food court and the er’s office

And I knoithout a single glint of doubt, I’ve found the best Christift I ever could’ve asked for

Chapter Two

Natalie

My cheeks burn red hot as I walk out onto Santa’s Wonderland inI’d normally wear I feel like I’ve been stuffed into it like a sausage and I’m about to explode out of it at any second, but apparently, it was the biggest one they had

As the lights glare down atmy blush even hotter and deeper, Santa watchesfeelings to flutter inside my stomach

I never thought I’d want Santa, never thought ht of Santa And yet I can’t deny that’s exactly what’s happening as my eyes roam over him

He’s tall and strong Even in the costume, I can see the muscles in his arms, his broad shoulders, his sturdy body

But mostly it’s his eyes, ice-blue, the way they stare fro this silly outfit away and getting ready to make it a Christmas to remember

“So what do I do?” I ask, looking around the mall

Maybe it’s because it’s easier to look around the mall than directly at Santa, or ain

But then I wonder if I’hts about the past get the better of me

No

I need to focus on Santa, on this job I really do need the money