Page 9 of Santa's Dirty Secret
“Yes, sir.” He nods and shuffles his date along.
“What was that about?” Alexis asks.
I shrug my shoulders. “No idea.”
We finally find our table and sit down just as they begin to serve dinner. Alexis is a natural at making polite conversation with the other couples we are sitting with. I'm in awe of her and barely hear a word said by anyone else at the table.
“You aren’t eating,” she leans in and whispers to me.
"It’s hard to focus on anything else when I’m enjoying the sounds you make as you eat."
She looks at me like I’ve grown a second head or something. “What sounds?”
“You make this wonderful humming sound when you are enjoying your food.”
“You’re making that up.”
I pick up my fork and take a bite of the crumbly caramel apple pie in front of me. “Mmmmmmmm.” I mimic the sound.
She laughs. “I had no idea.”
"Well, that's what happens when you're too busy enjoying your food. I like it." I don't mention that the sounds make me think of yesterday finding her naked in her room.
"If you like it so much," she says, inching her spoon closer to my plate. "Do you mind sharing your dessert? Mine's all gone."
I set down my fork and give her a quick wink. “What’s mine is yours.”
Her gaze dips down to my lap. It's so quick that if I weren't watching, I'd have missed it.
That most definitely belongs only to you.
“What else is there to do here besides people watch?” she asks, licking the spoon innocently but putting dirty thoughts in my mind of what else she can lick that way.
“People watch?”
"You know, look around the room and give people stories based on just looking at them." She nods casually to the dance floor.
I turn and see the couple she's trying to point out. The woman’s got her back pressed against the man’s front as they sway suggestively to the music.
“What’s their story?” I ask her as I lift my scotch.
She thinks for a moment. "He hopes that his current moves on the dance floor mean she wants him to put it up her figgy pudding tonight."
I choke on my scotch and start coughing. Alexis pats my back and waves off the concern of the others, turning their attention to us from their current conversations.
“I wasn’t expecting that,” I chuckle.
Her eyes light up. "Well, if you want me to keep going, I can."
“God help me, I do,” I admit.
She looks around and casually points to a man one table over. He's standing over a woman with his foot on the chair.
“He’s just begging for her to ask him to show her his yule log.”
I’m barely able to get my hand over my mouth before I bark out a laugh.
"Your turn," Alexis instructs me.
