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)
“The contract?”
“It’s not important.” He shrugs. “Are you happy now that you’ve established I have a sweet tooth?”
“I think it’s more than a sweet tooth and yes, thrilled.”
“What can I say?” He laughs. “It must be in our DNA.”
I smile, then a thought hits.
“Does your dad have portraits of the seventeen Santa’s that came before him?” I ask.
“He does,” Stetson doesn’t disappoint he also doesn’t elaborate.
“Are they here in the village?” I start to get excited. I would love to see them, I mean when would I ever get the opportunity again? Gah, there I am again with the dark thoughts.
“Yes, actually,” he admits. “I was going to take you today to the Claus-eum.”
Excuse me? I almost choke. He didn’t. Did he?
“The Claus-eum?” I’m pretty sure my face says it all.
He nods. He’s dead ass serious. “It’s where we keep the North Pole Archives.”
Again, the way he’s able to say these things with a straight face should really be studied by science. It’s unreal.
“Naturally,” I smile awkwardly. “I mean, where else would we go but the Claus-eum.”
Stetson doesn’t notice or care that it’s still taking me a second to process all of this while mocking him at the same time. No wonder my responses seem strange to him—he’s never spoken any of these things to another woman or brought her here.
He grabs us some coffees and water and we sneak upstairs like we’re kids in high school running away from our parents.
I still can’t get over how incredible the home smells and feels. It’s like the most peaceful place on earth and for some reason here in Santa’s Village, maybe they pump something through the vents—the air does smell sweet, I wouldn’t be surprised if it was sugar with a hint of sleepy time tea. My stomach suddenly grumbles, and I think about that cupcake Stetson just devoured. I’ve suddenly developed a crazy sweet tooth—am I going to start eating sugar like him because we had sex? Oh shit.
Is it an addiction that you catch? Should I be worried? Will it affect me? Am I stupid to ask?
“Hungry?” He says over his shoulder.
“A gentleman would have ignored that,” I’m surprisingly not embarrassed he heard, I’m more worried about eating my body weight in cookies.
“Honey, satellites orbiting the earth heard your stomach,” he makes me laugh. “I’ll feed you after…”
After?
He walks into one of the guest bathrooms and starts fiddling with the shower. I’m cautiously intrigued.
Santa does have his rules.
“How hot do you like it?” Stetson asks.
“I’m sure I can figure it out,” I tell him and point out the obvious signs on the shower wall. “That one reads hot and that reads cold and since I can read I think I’m good.”
He laughs at me.
“Oh, I have no doubt you’re good,” he says as he reaches down and pulls off his black sweater only to expose that incredible chest to me in a dimly lit bathroom.
My mouth waters.
I don’t know if that’s a six or eight pack, but it’s incredible considering his diet. It’s so much prettier in the light. I mean, it’s incredible without his diet. His hands move toward the top button of his jeans. My breath hitches as I stare.
“Are you showering with me?”
“Where else?” His eyes go all sex god the way they did in the sleigh, and I am one hundred percent on board with everything those eyes promise and everything I know his body will offer up.
“Your father wants us in separate rooms!” I remind him, eyes wide, like I’m some virgin from medieval times. Careful not to show ankle! I mean seriously.
I’m all for it, but I don’t want to piss Santa Claus off, he’s the boss and I kind of love him.
“He’s looking at toys,” Stetson assures me as his jeans drop to the ground in a giant thunk. “We’ve got time.”
Time. Do we though? To do all the things I want to do?
“Question,” I gulp. “Does playing with Santa’s heir like he’s my own personal toy get me on the naughty list or do you consider it nice…very nice?”
My face is red, and I keep my eyes glued to his.
I don’t look down.
I do however, want to play.
Desperately.
Please say it’s naughty and nice. Please!
“Wait!” I slam my hand against his chest making him choke. “Your dad won’t see right? Like he won’t see, that Charlie Horse got down on both knees, grabbed Stetson by the hips, and imagined her tongue tracing—”
I stop talking.
Stetsons jaw drops. “Are we writing a dirty novel, acting out a personal fantasy, and why the hell did you stop?”
“Does he?” I lick my lips.
Stetson waves his hand. I hear a jingle. Holy shit there was a jingle. “What was that?”
“Magic.”
I grab his hand and stare at it. “Wait your hands really are magic?”
He nods.
I grab them and put them on my body. “You may proceed.”