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My mind went back to the previous Christmas. Once he’d left me—with a final kiss goodbye—I’d had a major case of the guilts. During all the time I’d spent with Santa in his realm, I hadn’t once thought about my parents. And yet… The strange thing was, when I got home, the pain had lessened.
Maybe time really was different in that other realm. Did the mind heal quicker there?
My doorbell rang, and I hurried to answer, wondering who on earth would be visiting at that time on Christmas Eve. Ben and his family were at home in Europe. I opened the door to see my mailman, his arms full of packages.
“Merry Christmas,” he said as he handed them over.
I placed them on the chair near the door. “Isn’t it a little late for deliveries?”
He snorted. “No idea what’s going on this year. All I know is, we’ve had more parcels to deliver today than we’ve ever had.” His eyes twinkled. “I think Santa’s gone on strike. But you’re my last one. Best wishes of the season to you. I’m going home to collapse.” And then he was gone.
I closed the door.Santa’s on strike?I walked into the living room to find him standing beside the tree. I narrowed my gaze.
“What did you do?”
His eyebrows shot up. “Excuse me?”
I let out an exaggerated gasp. “You farmed out your deliveries to USPS, didn’t you? And did you do the same in every country? How many overworked mailmen are going home exhausted tonight, because of you?” I teased.
He widened his eyes. “I didn’t do iteverywhere, just the US. Oh, and Europe too.”
“Can you get into trouble for that?”
He grinned. “No. I’m Santa, remember? And I did it so we’d have more time together. So I could… take you to dinner.”
The sweetness of his motive robbed me of breath for a moment.
He’s taking me on a date.
I found my voice. “Most restaurants will either be packed, or closed tonight.”
He cleared his throat. “Oh. Didn’t I mention I’d be the one doing the cooking?”
I stared at him. “You can cook?”
He gave me a pained look. “Well, ifIdon’t feed me, who else will? But if you’re ready, we should go.”
I glanced at my jeans and sweater. “I can’t go on a date like this.” He coughed, and I raised my chin. Santa smirked. “What just crossed your mind?”
“You could always wear your robe,” he said with an innocent air.
I gasped again. “Why, Santa Claus. You just want to get a sneaky peek at my dick.”
His face reddened, his mouth opened and closed, and IknewI’d nailed it.
“I’ll be right back.” I hurried into my bedroom, to spare him his blushes.
Santa blushing was so freakingcute.
As I scanned the contents of my closet I tried not to think about… well, about having sex with Santa. I knew it was coming, because he’d said we had to go slow, but I wasn’t about to rush him. This was way too important.
By the time I emerged, wearing a dark gray suit, the purple brocade waistcoat I’d worn for Ben’s wedding—thank goodness it still fit—and a purple silk handkerchief folded neatly in the breast pocket of my jacket, all thoughts of getting Santa between the sheets had slipped into the recesses of my mind.
I was going on a dinner date—with Santa.
He stared at me open-mouthed. “Oh my.”
“Too much?”
