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By the time I took a thorough shower, Santa had finished moving the unwanted decorations to the truck in the parking lot. I found him in my bed, stroking his hard and leaking cock.
"How …?" I didn't know what to ask. I had so many questions about his line of work, including how he could possibly get it up for me.
"Slow night," he said. "Tuesdays usually are."
"You're always horny, then?"
He snorted. "Always when I'm around you."
"You're just saying that."
He blinked lazily and dragged his fingers along his shaft. "Why would I say it if I didn't mean it?" He patted the bed beside him. "I've been thinking about your ass all night. Let me taste you."
It was another hour before I finally sank into an exhausted sleep. When I woke to my alarm, Santa was already gone.
CHAPTER 12
SANTA
Fanglory's vampire physician,Dr. Bredlow, said I was physically fine after taking a blood sample and running a few other tests. Then they looked at me with one eyebrow arched. "You're acting strange, though."
"Yeah?"
"You haven't flirted with me once." They touched my bicep. "Haven't complimented my hair. Haven't asked me where I got my new lipstick." They winked.
Even by vampire standards, they were hot as fuck. They'd rolled the white lab coat up over their slender brown arms, displaying their perfect skin and French manicure. Their blue scrubs clung to their form in all the right places.
"I'm sorry, darling." Even my flirting tone fell flat. "I'm not really in a flirting mood."
"That worried about your health?" They tapped mysternum through my thin tank top. "Or something else?"
I cleared my throat and pretended to think about it, even though I knew exactly what was wrong. I was falling for Boz. After so many years without, I'd thought I was immune to feelings.
That's why I'd asked him to move into my building. I helped strays. I didn't fall in love with them.
"Rumor has it, he's dating someone," Jameson said over my shoulder as he entered Dr. Bredlow's tiny office. He set two tumblers of warm blood on their desk and ducked out before I could protest.
"Dating someone." Dr. Bredlow grinned, and their fangs popped below their top lip. "Ooh, this will be fun to see."
"I thought you liked me," I said. I was a good enough actor for the VIP lounge, but they laughed at my feigned hurt.
"It's fun to fool around, but I've always wondered what it would take to get you to open up to someone, maybe settle down."
"Nobody's worth my job."
They scoffed into their fist. "You don't need this job. You say so all the time."
"I don't need the job," I said defensively. "I do it for fun."
"Promise me something," they said.
Now it was my turn to scoff. "What?"
"You'll let yourself be happy, for once."
"I'm happy!"
"You've been faking it for years." They tapped a manicured nail against their clipboard before setting it on the desk and picking up both tumblers of blood.
