Page 32 of Resisting Fate
He waggled his brows. “How’s this for a compliment? You make a beautiful—” he leaned close to her ear “—dare I say, sexy elf.”
She snort-laughed. “I’m going to get a big head, and then how would it fit in my pointy hat?”
“You know what you need? Some elf ears.”
“Don’t even mention it. My boss would be all over that.”
“Maybe some jingle bells—”
“I’m already in trouble for forgetting my jingle bell necklace. Shit. I forgot it again. I was just in the locker room. I was in such a rush, I didn’t even think about it.”
“I’m sure it’s fine.”
They got off the escalator, heading for Santa’s Workshop, Missy telling him all about her baby-faced boss with a click-clacking tongue and then doing a hysterical impersonation of him. “Keep the hat on your person at all times!” she bellowed. “I can tell you right now elf hats don’t come cheap!”
“I’m glad you found that funny,” a voice snapped.
They both turned to find a short red-faced man, couldn’t have been more than twenty, practically frothing at the mouth. “You’re fired.”
“What?” Missy exclaimed. “I’m sorry, that was in poor taste. It won’t happen again.”
The man remained stone-faced. “Security will escort you to the locker room. I want all of that costume, including the jingle bell necklace.”
The distraught look on Missy’s face had Ben stepping in. “She said she was sorry. We were just joking around.”
“Tell it to security.” The little weasel waved a security guard over. The security guard, a bald man with a huge beer belly, hopped to it, looking happy to have something to do.
“It was my fault,” Ben said. “I did my boss impression, so she did hers.”
Missy shot him a look that saidreally?He lifted one shoulder. It was hard to deny what had happened when the guy had heard everything.
Missy turned to her boss as the security guard stepped close to her side. “I’m not a flight risk, you moron,” she snapped. “Here.” She shoved the hat and Rudolph nose into the guy’s hands. Then she took off her shoes and threw them at him.
“Hey!” The guy ducked. “She accosted me! Did you see that?”
“Why don’t you try being an elf?” Missy spat. “You already look like a troll.”
She turned on her heel and stalked off, the security guard quickly joining her.
Ben didn’t have to think twice. He turned and followed her. Fucking A, he was going to offer her that admin job.
