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“Shit. I had a feeling…” No wonder I’d been worried about it. My intuition was always right. “So how should we stop her?”
“We’ll handle it,” said Ghostie.
“That’s what Daddy said. And you already think that won’t work.”
“Right. But we’reactuallygoing to handle it.” He glanced at Teddybear.
Teddybear nodded. “We’d never let anything happen to you.”
And I believed them. I forgot how much they loved me. And I was pretty sure they loved me even more now that I was rejecting them at every turn because of my celibacy. Boys always wanted what they couldn’t have. Crazy Isabella was definitely as good as dead. “Thanks, Ghostie!” I stood on my tiptoes and kissed his cheek. “Thanks, Teddybear.” I kissed his cheek too, even though all I wanted was to taste his lips. “I’d thank you with more than a kiss, but Ashstillhasn’t fucked anyone. I feel like I’m going to be celibate forever.”
“I hate that for you,” said Teddybear.
“I hate it foryou,” I said with a wink. The poor boy hadn’t gotten to taste my sweet sweet pussy in weeks.
Teddybear laughed. “Is anything else bothering you?”
“Besides Isabella being a bitch and me being horny beyond belief? Nope. Actually…yes. There is one other thing. How do you think Isabella knew that Chad has a small dick? Has she fucked him?” He could obviously sleep with whoever he wanted. We weren’t married. But Isabella?Gross.Although the joke was kind of on her, because she probably left the encounter feeling very unsatisfied.
Teddybear laughed. “Maybe she seduced him to try to seal an alliance against us?”
“Maybe,” I said. “In that case, we’re in luck. Because I’m gonna seduce the hell out of him tonight.”
“So you’re going to break your vow?”
“And withhim?” Ghostie said. He clearly wanted to be the one to help break my vow.
They both had good points. “Shit, I didn’t think of that.” Dressing up in a slutty little Santa outfit was such a tradition that I hadn’t even considered not being able to do it. Or the fact that this year I’d rather be doing it with someone else. Two someones. I stared at my hot bodyguards. But every problem had a solution. And my solution was currently standing in the kitchen with a suspiciously large quantity of herbs.
I thanked Teddybear and Ghostie again and then ran over to Slavanka.
“Put those herbs down,” I yelled over the Christmas music Ash had started blasting. “We’re not making a reindeer trap.”
She sighed and tossed them aside. “But…”
“I need your help with something.”
HoHoHo - Chapter 8 – A Sexy Baker’s Dozen
Christmas Eve, 2013
Ten dozen Christmas cookies later, Daddy got home.
“Daddy!” I yelled and ran over to him.
“Merry Christmas Eve, princess,” he said. “I come bearing gifts.” He gestured over his shoulder to… Chad?
“Chad’s my gift?” Unless Daddy bought Chad some penile implants and a better attitude, Chad was hardly a good gift.
Daddy laughed. “No. Look behind him.”
“The bellhop?” I said with significantly more excitement.
Chad gave me a look.
“Look down.”
I already am. And I very much liked what I saw. His little bellhop pants were hugging him in all the right places. But then I saw what Daddy was really talking about: the presents on the luggage cart. “Ah!” I squealed. “Christmas Eve presents!”
