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)
“Oh, well, what do you want for Christmas?”
“Ms. Lola as a mother. She’s a great babysitter.”
“Sorry, but Ms. Lola belongs to Santa. Maybe your Dad could go hunting for a wife somewhere else. Have a great Christmas, kid.” Trent scoots him away, but his dad Ryan calls out to me, stepping onto the platform, which I’m sure will not be a smart move.
I move toward Ryan before he comes closer. “Lola, sorry about that. You know how Max can get when an idea gets in his head. Maybe I could make it up to you by taking you to dinner tomorrow.”
“It’s Christmas Eve, Ryan,” I tell him. He’s a great guy, but I’ve never been interested in him like that, and I’m surprised he came here since Max is almost twelve and doesn’t believe in Santa.
“I could make you dinner; Max will be with his mother, so we’ll have time to talk privately.” So Max isn’t quite imagining things like I just assumed. My body shivers with pleasure and concern as I feel Trent Nicholas before I hear him. I shouldn’t get excited at Trent’s possessiveness, but I love the way he’s staked his claim all day.
“She’ll be busy. Get lost.” Trent slides his arm around my waist and pulls me to his side. “Mrs. Claus will be helping Santa. All. Night. Long.” The boy might not understand, but the innuendo was clear as day for Ryan.
“Let’s go, Max.” Ryan looks pissed at me and leaves.
“So, you weren’t teasing about the boyfriend,” he growls against my ear, his hand gripping my waist firmly. Without missing a beat, I lean back into his arms as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.
“He’s not my boyfriend. I babysit sometimes; that’s it.” I leave out that it’s where I was supposed to be yesterday until something strange happened.
“You two were perfect. If anyone didn’t know better, people would have believed you were really a happy couple,” Dennis says, stepping up to us with a clipboard and a grin a mile wide.
“That’s because we are,” Trent says.
“We are?” I’m partially serious because even though I’m totally into him. I wonder what he truthfully wants with me and where this is going to lead. Just sex… or maybe something wonderful.
“We sure the fuck are, now. Go get changed and meet me in my office. There’s something we need to discuss in a bit. Don’t keep me waiting because I’ll come looking for you, and if I do—” he leans in and adds, “—trust me, you’ll be on my lap but face down.”
“Don’t make it sound like fun.” I skip away from him and into the changing area, pretending to be unaffected when my heart hasn’t stopped beating out of control.
My sister’s in there a minute later. “Oh my God. What is going on with you two?”
“I have no idea. Does he usually have other women around all the time?”
“Never. I was just talking to Dennis, and he’s shocked. Mr. Nicholas is all work. Like all work from sunup to sundown. In fact, his mother was just bugging him this morning about finding a wife.”
“Are you serious? Maybe that’s why he’s all anxious to get to know me. He’s probably looking to get his mom off his back.”
“I doubt it.”
“Well, it’s okay. I won’t let him run all over me. I need to get out of this outfit. It’s itchy and annoyingly tight.” Right on my stiff nipples that have been aching for Trent’s touch.
“Tell me about it. I could never get away with wearing that. Is that why you wanted me to do it, so you didn’t have to be the unlucky one to wear it?”
“Yes, but at least you got the attention of the big boss.”
“Tell me about it. Although, I’m not sure for how long. Didn’t you say he’s not from around here and he works on one company and moves onto the next?”
“Yes, but who cares? Aren’t you sick of living here in this small town, anyway?”
“I’m not going to run off with the man. He thinks I’m hot, nothing more.”
“We’ll see.”
I leave her and head into the shower area, changing out of my clothes and rinsing off the sweat and grime of the day off me. The little kids were eager to hug me as well as Santa. As cute as it was, several of them were sniffling with their noses running.
Once I feel clean, I dry off and put on the clothes I came in with. Looking down at my outfit, I’m slightly disappointed in what I chose because it’s pretty plain compared to the killer suit he had on this morning when he stormed toward me and crushed his mouth to mine.
I put on some makeup and brush my hair into a ponytail to hopefully not look too bad when I head up to his office on the second floor. Nervously, I make my way to his office and see Dennis just leaving. “Good, he was getting anxious waiting for you. I told him it might take you longer to get ready. Sorry. He’s not normally like this.”