I don’t even dare look over at Grace or God forgive, Devon. I can only imagine what he must be thinking.
“Can I interest you in a cigar?” Stetson asks Devon breaking into all the thoughts circling the room.
“I’d love one,” Devon seems relieved to follow him over to the glass enclosed cigar room. It’s as impressive as the rest of the yacht. Jayson follows behind them.
“Blessed be, that he left too,” Grace whispers furiously to me. “I think we found the hot one’s flaw.”
“What’s that?”
I know exactly what it is, but I want her to say it.
“He’s got a weird Christmas fetish. It’s his kink!”
“You think?” I question her as I look around, not wanting to believe what is completely obvious and staring me in the face. “Maybe he just has really fond childhood memories of Christmas?”
“He has bare-chested dwarves walking around what can only be described as an extremely festively decorated sex yacht.” Grace looks around the living area with wide eyes and I have to wonder if she’s already buzzed.
I might be.
Is it though? A sex yacht? An Only Fan yacht for Christmas? Dwarves and Reindeer? My imagination is so not set up for this. But with what he said last night, I can’t believe it’s anything like that. I just can’t. I trusted him in those moments, and he knew things, said things. Nope. I refuse it. He just likes Christmas. The end.
“And let’s not forget he just told us about his reindeer named, Rudolph!” Grace takes a sip before handing her empty glass to the server.
“I’ll have another,” she says then turns toward me and without missing a beat, “have a good time with him tonight but don’t get your hopes up. Mine are most certainly dashed.”
“You’re being very judgy,” I feel the need to defend Stetson and his fetish. I like Christmas too. I can get on board with this.
Kind of.
Then the thought hits me. Oh God… what if he wants me to dress up like Mrs. Claus and sit on his lap?
Weird, but I’ll totally do it. Am I that desperate to get laid? What if he asks me to feed him cookies then lick the crumbs? Shit. I loathe hot milk. Is that my hard limit? Hot milk? Cocoa? Will there be candy cane spanking involved? See, my overactive imagination isn’t helping right now.
“I’m being judgy?” She looks at me in shock. “That’s rude.”
“Facts.”
I stick my tongue out at her.
“I’m giving him a chance.”
She rolls her eyes. “Fine.”
“I think you mean to say, bah-humbug.”
We clink our glasses together while I mumble my safe word under my breath. “Santa.” Yup, it works.
Here goes nothing.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
I’m staring out at the gorgeous view when the guys come back from their cigar.
Grace is sitting on the couch flipping through a magazine while she talks to her mom and dad. They called a while ago and they’re known to be long winded, so I’ve been enjoying the view and about a million different scenarios where Stetson asks me to feed him candy or ride a reindeer naked. At one point someone started singing Christmas carols while Stetson did a strip tease with stockings. So it’s been super fun. Where’s a valium when you need it? Devon joins her and Jayson leaves the room.
Stetson walks right up to me, drink in hand.
His blue eyes smolder.
