Page 8 of Naughty Christmas Wishes

What happened when I was asleep?

He grins at me for the first time and I almost trip but I’m not moving.Holy Angel Baby.That smile should be illegal. Of course, I turn shy with this gorgeous man in my bedroom. I decide to get back in bed and fix the comforter around me, not caring about the phone call.

"...Are you listening to me? I can't believe you would take some stranger home with you. You're not that kind of girl," Ram scolds me. He has big snowballs and a lot of nerve talking to me like that. The superiority he’s showing me is laughable after what he’s done.

My eyes find the sexy beautiful rugged man in front of me. He doesn't look like any Santa I've ever seen before. I bet he has a perfect six pack too and huge muscles under smooth skin. He tilts his head staring at me like he can see everything in my mind. Unexpectedly, that one song pops in my mind, he sees you…you get the idea.

“Joyce, did you hear me?” Ram yells into the phone.

That does it for the control I have on my temper and finally after years it snaps like a rubber band being pulled too tight. Santa feeds me strength with his energy, and I do something I've never done before.

"Go fuck yourself, Fruitcake. You-" I pause in the middle of my thought becauseSantalaughs and it makes me giggle.

His chuckle has a Ho Ho Ho sound that's truly adorable. Santa disappears and I frown at the empty spot he just occupied. Oh jeez, what's his name anyway? I can’t keep calling him Santa.

"What are you talking about? Are you drunk? Why are you acting like this? Did you stop taking your meds or hit your head?" I hear the confusion, shock and maybe a little panic in Ram's voice.

I laugh again because my behavior is totally freaking him out and he deserves this. "No, I'm not drunk, but you need to stop calling me. I'm not interested in working anything out or talking to you ever again." I sit up with my legs over the side of the bed. Fruitcake's still talking but I can't bring myself to care about his words.

Santa returns holding a glass of water and stops in front of me waving to copy his lead. I drop my blanket and hold out my hand following his command. He puts pills in my palm then he gives me the glass. I take them and whisper, "thank you."

He pushes the water at me again when I try to hand it back. "Drink all of it."

"Who are you talking to?" Ram’s furious tone assaults my ear and I didn't know he could hear me.

Oh well.

"None of your business. We really need to talk about the money you owe me. Can you please send it over?" That's the only reason I’m even having a conversation with this man. Cheating is a no go for me and I can never forgive him. I really need his half of the last few deposits reimbursed to me though. He was supposed to go to the bank after work yesterday but he was too busy sleeping with a coworker.

Why did I quit my job for him?

“Why don’t you come over and get it. We can have a nice lunch and talk about your feelings. I know we can work this out. It’s what your parents-”

"Fuck him, you don't need shit from that man. Let's talk about this list." Santa steps closer to me and I can feel his body heat through my silk nightgown. He’s holding up the piece of paper staring at me like I'm not even on the phone.

I think about his comment then hang up on Fruitcake. I look up at the man standing too close and decide I’ll let him say his piece since he got me the aspirin, but first. "Did Fruitcake come over this morning?" It’s dumb for me to worry about Santa seeing my outfit if he’s really been here that long. I’m definitely confused about why I’m in a red and white teddy but I’ll worry about that later. The man with the ice blue eyes pops into my mind and I push by Santa feeling warm all over.

"No," he says gruffly.

I look over my shoulder to see him staring at my ass and then my bare thighs.

For once I enjoy the attention and instead of getting on pants I sway my hips as I walk out of the room. I need coffee for my brain to function properly and getting the liquid gold will give me a second to think about that list. I'm delighted to see a fresh pot of coffee already waiting for me.

“Did you make me coffee?” I spin around giving him a sweet smile.

Santa walks further into the room watching me. "Yes, why are you so shocked? You didn’t let me finish back there.” He stops right in front of me and my back presses into the counter. He’s so close our bodies are touching again. “He was here yesterday. You slept for almost forty eight hours."

I gasp at that information and almost spill my treasured pot of coffee.

He takes the pot from my hand and pushes me out of the way. “Go sit before you hurt yourself,” he motions to the table, laughing at me.

I raise my hands then stroll over to a chair to sit down. Santa makes us coffee watching me closely the whole time. This is a super sweet gesture that Ram would never do for me. He finishes doctoring the coffee and hands me a mug. I’m surprised and happy when he sits across the table from me.

"You just stayed here the whole time? What did you do?" I wrap both hands around my mug and take a deep drink burning my tongue. I frown looking at the design on the side. This isn't one of my mugs. I glance at him showing him the design. "Uh, is this a joke or something?"

Santa looks at the words but doesn't say anything. His pine tree green eyes call to me. Once again there's a nagging feeling at the back of my mind. I wonder if he knows Iceman?

"Since you helped me with Fruitcake, and I didn’t have to see that man again." I hold up my mug and tip my head at him. "That's much appreciated by the way. I'll listen to your ideas but then you'll have to leave. Do we have a deal?" I take a deep drink and smile at him again.

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