Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 59022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
My legs… can I even feel them right now?
I can’t think about anything but his hands on my body.
Or his mouth on my lips.
Or what it’s going to feel like when…
“Charlie Horse?” Stetson gives me a half smile and stares at me curiously. “You okay, there?”
I stare at him all deer in the headlights and in shock and in all the things I probably shouldn’t be thinking this soon… this fast. And… what?
Fine.
Rudolph, Charlie! My mind shouts the word out at me like it’s an obscenity.
He has a reindeer named, Rudolph!
That’s a red flag!
That’s a major red flag!
As if Stetson can read my mind he smiles sensually at me and cocks his head to the side before rubbing his gorgeous beard.
“You look worried.”
“Rudolph.” The word comes out like verbal diarrhea. “You have a Rudolph and elves, it’s weird, Stetson.”
Stetson has the audacity to smile like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
“Would you like to meet Rudolph’s entourage then? To set you at ease?”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Ilaugh because… wait, is he for real?
Obviously not.
Rudolph’s entourage? Hilarious.
That doesn’t even dignify a response.
“Sure.” I finally whisper, because hey, at this point what else am I supposed to do? I already signed. I’m already here. He kisses like a god, more reindeer? Why the hell not?
I think about Grace and her parting words.
I wonder if Stetson is going to turn out to be one of the greatest stories of my life. Like, will I tell my grandchildren about him? Will he be part of one of the crazy stories from my younger years fun? He’ll be the hot, crazy guy I had a one-night stand with and signed some strange contract to do it.
Or will I become reindeer food?
If he wants to introduce me to Rudolph’s entourage, I’m going to go out on a limb and say it’s a strong yes possibility.
“I’d love to meet his friends.”
Stetson laughs and grabs ahold of my hand and pulls me down another hall, down another flight of stairs and then suddenly we’re in a room— scratch that, we’re in a stable (on a yacht) and I really don’t have any words for what I’m witnessing here.
True to his word, Rudolph truly does have an entourage.
There are eight other reindeer besides Rudolph.
Eight. Which makes him nine. Nine reindeer.
On. A. Yacht. Make it make sense.
“Let me guess,” I turn to Stetson and smile in amusement. “Dasher, Dancer, Prancer and Vixen?”
I laugh as I say the words.
Honestly, I’m just praying right now that I’m wrong.
If he named his other reindeer after Santa…
“You’re good at this.” He says it with such dead calm certainty that at first, I think he’s kidding with me.
But then I look over at him and see that he’s dead serious and now I wonder what the hell sort of medication this guy must be on. It really is an Only Fans sex yacht.
Christmas Themed.
The hottest, sexiest guy I’ve ever seen has reindeer named after Santa’s?
“Do a lot of your people have reindeer?” It’s the only question I can ask. And PS— I don’t even know who his people are.
“My people?” Stetson raises a brow.
“I’m assuming you’re Nordic?” I state the obvious.
“I am,” he nods. “And the answer to your question is, I don’t know if ‘my people’ have reindeer. It’s not something I ask people when I’m walking around town.”
I nod and look at the sweet looking deer.
“Well, you do know it’s rather….different.”
Different? Fuck, Charlie! That’s the only world you can come up with? It sounds like he has some sort of learning impediment.
“I’m a different kind of man.” Yeah, because that answer is so much better.
I look over at him in all his glory.
Yes, he most certainly is. Why are all the pretty ones weird? Why must they have strange fetishes or anger issues or randomly cry and shout at lights for turning on—it was one guy a blind date, and I felt sorry for him okay?
“Now that I have the signed clause, I think it’s time for me to tell you how different I really am,” he says.
My stomach drops as our eyes lock.
At least now I’ll get answers, as disappointing as they may be. RIP— the band aid is about to be ripped off. It was wrong to get my hopes up anyways.
“Okay,” I say. “I’m ready to hear it.”
I’m really not, but gotta face the music.
He holds out his hand.
“Now that you’ve met my reindeer,” he says with an intensity in his eyes that I can’t quite decipher.
“Okay?” I don’t know where this is going, I smile awkwardly. “Do you have a Christmas village in the North Pole too?”
I don’t know what he’s about to say.
But I do know that I think he’s really hot and I want more of him. I don’t care if he’s a little crazy adjacent… I mean, who isn’t these days? I’m doing a lot of heavy justifying here. I’m not stupid.