Page 28 of Single Girl Rules: HoHoHo

At first I thought that she’d panicked and done the weirdestthing possible. But as the bellhop picked her up in his big strong arms, Irealized her game. That sneaky little slut had outfoxed us all and figured outa way to get manhandled by the bellhop.

I gave her a thumbs up as he lowered her onto the cart.

“So what are you three doing later?” I asked while we tookthe elevator up to our suite.

“We must work all night.”

Ash eyed them suspiciously. “Because you have to help Santaload up his sleigh?”

“Something like that,” agreed the one pushing her cart.

“Really?” she gasped.

“Sure. I cannot divulge the names of our guests. But if a mannamed Santa was staying here and needed help loading his sleigh upon departure,we would certainly help.”

The elevator stopped on the top floor. They rolled Ash therest of the way down the hall and into the Kaiser Suite.

“Whoa,” said Ash as we came to a stop in the two-story foyer.She hopped off the luggage cart and ran over to the twenty-foot-tall Christmas treein the center. “This must have taken forever to decorate.”

“Just wait until you see the main tree,” I said to her. “Butfirst…you should probably give these bellhops a tip. Not only did theytransport our luggage, but they also appeared to have healed your ankle.”

Ash patted her jacket pockets. “I actually don’t have anycash on me, but…”

Yes!She was definitely about to blow them.

“In the morning I’ll have plenty of cookies to share withyou. If Santa doesn’t eat them all, that is.”

Or not.

“Danke,” said the bellhops with a little bow. And then theyleft.

“Girl!” I said. “This is the second time in 24 hours that I’veperfectly teed you up to tip a man with your body, and you’ve totally crappedthe bed both times. The only time you did it was for a gay man. And no one wasteeing you up for that.”

Ash shook her head. “The only man I’m worried about is Santa.He’s going to be here so soon! We need to get started on his cookies.”

“Yes, yes,” agreed Slavanka. “Must prepare trap for Ded Moroz.”

“Dead who?” asked Ash. “I don’t like the sound of that.”

“Ded Moroz. Grandfather Frost. He like Santa, but very talland very sexy.”

“So…exactly like Santa?” asked Ash.

“No, no. Tall and sexy.”

“Right. Santa is tall and sexy. What does your Frost dude looklike?”

“Grandfather Frost tall and sexy. Santa fat,” repliedSlavanka.

Ash waved her off. “When I was a kid, I caught Santa puttingpresents under our tree one Christmas, and he was a total hottie. I think theold Santa retired and handed the reins to his grandson or something.” Shesounded dead serious.

“Okay,” said Slavanka. “How we trap him?”

“The most basic way is to just stay up and listenverycarefullyfor little hoof stomps on the roof. WAIT! This is the top floor, right? Theroof is right above us? And is there a fireplace?!”

“Yes, it’s the top floor,” I said. “And yes, there’s a fireplace.Follow me.” I opened some big glass doors and pulled her into the great room,complete with a massive fireplace big enough for the fattest of Santas to slidethrough, floor to ceiling windows overlooking the ski slopes, and a grandstaircase up to a 2ndfloor balcony. Oh, and there was a massive Christmastree in here too.

“This place is amazing,” said Ash as she ran her hand overthe carved mantle. She touched one of the golden ornaments hanging on the treeand just stared up at it in awe. And then she made her way over to the attachedkitchen under the balcony. Ghostie and Teddybear were in there just finishing unloadingenough sugar and flour for Ash to make a bajillion Christmas cookies.

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