Page 16 of The Christmas Nanny

“If you don’t get up and leave right now, I’m calling the police.”

“Excuse me. I’ve got a pizza here for Jeremy.”

“Can you get that, Christine? I left my wallet at home.”

“I got it.”

I turned to the voice, watching Jacob hand the delivery guy a twenty. He took the pizza and sent the delivery guy on his way. “Sorry, I’m early. The forecast is expecting more snow than expected.” He came inside but left the door open. “Douchebag,” he said to Jeremey. “Time to go.”

“Think you can make me?” Jeremy had yet to turn and see Jacob’s Santa outfit. The black, Batman-like costume hugged every muscle and bulge in Jacob’s body. Whatever cologne he wore had a sweet, alluring scent, sending a seismic desire down my spine.

“No. I don’t think I can make you.” Jacob didn’t wait for Jeremy to get up. He walked through the kitchen and then into the living room. His ass in the Santa outfit almost sent me to my knees. “I know I can.” He stood between Jeremy and the TV. I couldn’t help but stare at the outline of his cock. By the movement of Jeremy’s head, he saw it as well.

Jeremy scooted down the couch away from Jacob. No. I didn’t need someone to fight my fights, but it felt damn good to have a man around who would step up for me. Jeremy would have talked himself into a circle and called his mom for help.

“Leave, Jeremy,” I said. “Last chance. And don’t ever come back here.”

I didn’t watch Jeremy leave. How could I, with Jacob standing in my living room in an outfit that took my breath away? Part of me wondered if he got his dick hard before coming in.

Jacob followed Jeremy to the door and blocked the way. He pressed the pizza box into Jeremy’s chest. “You show up here again, and I will deliver more than pizza. Do you understand?”

Jeremy nodded. He didn’t bother looking at me before leaving. Jacob closed the door.

“You’re early,” I said. “I still need to shower and iron my costume.”

“Shower, and I’ll take care of the outfit.”

What? I stood still, confused. “That’s a joke, right?”

“I’ll lay it on your bed when I’m finished.” He glanced at his watch. “We should get there early. Parking is a bitch.”

“Okay,” I said flatly, glancing at his crotch.

When I finished showering and walked into the bedroom with a towel around my body, I found the Mrs Claus outfit lying on the bed, freshly ironed, with no creases or wrinkles. Damn.

“Does it look okay?” Jacob called from the living room.

“Yeah.”

Hair dried and bra and panties on, I slipped into the costume and stepped in front of the mirror. Damn! We would be the hottest couple at the party.

Chapter six

Jacob

She stepped from the bedroom, black curls stretching past her shoulders, large brown eyes twinkling despite the dark room. Her generous lips parted, and her pearly whites chased away the remaining darkness in the room. In a word—beautiful.

There was a difference between words like pretty and gorgeous and beautiful. Christine’s aura was a significant part of her beauty, like her entire body, which was poetic. I felt myself wanting to be trapped in her presence for eternity.

“You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen, Christine,” I said. I wasted no more time and crossed the room, hooking my arm around hers. “What’s wrong?” She looked as if she might cry.

“Nobody’s ever said anything like that to me before. You keep saying these things, and I want them all to be true, but I’ve never heard them before. I don’t know how to react.” She pulled her arm away and went back to the bedroom. Confused, I followed and found her lying on the bed, crying.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I was trying to give you a compliment.”

Christine turned, tears running down her face, snot hanging from her nose. “I know!” She cried harder.

I sat on the bed and put my hand on her knee. She stopped crying, and I wiped the remaining tears. “We can skip the festival. Order Chinese and watch a movie.”

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