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Not achair.Athrone.Histhrone. A sexy Santa throne.
From his perch, he directs photographers in where to achieve the best angle and waves to the crowd of onlookers and families already lining up to send their children off to sit in Santa’s lap to make their holiday wishes. He’s relaxed and completely at ease - so unlike the man I see on a daily basis.
He’s a king in the office and commands respect, but here? Among the general public?
He’s everyone’s favorite family man.
The conflicting images of him are giving me whiplash, and it’s with trepidation that I make my way over to him.
All of the cute elf costumes at the department stores were for children or women sizes 0 - 14. For a woman sized 16 and up, like myself, I had to rely on my favorite plus size stores.
I was hoping for a cute outfit with a matching green elf hat, maybe even some elf ears and pointed shoes. But my favorite curvy store was out of everything PG. Instead, I found a red and white striped corset, complete with a large red bow across the bosom and criss-cross ribbon ties up the back. The matching panty set was sheer and totally inappropriate, so I found a pleated red skirt that matched well enough. Complete with red and white candy cane striped tights, I looked like Santa’s Naughty Stripper rather than his helpful elf ushering children to see Santa.
As I approach, Nicholas’s attention snaps towards me the moment my shoes - not heels by any means but somehow just as clickity across the sidewalk - hit the pavement. In the spotlight, he looks like a Christmas god waiting for me to either become his virginal sacrifice or lay myself down at his feet and pray for fertility this season.
Either way,totally inappropriate,and I bite my lip as I approach. “Um. Hi.”
“Miss James,” he greets, his voice a low purr that sends heat down my spine. “That’s quite a… creative take on the dress code.”
“If it won’t work—”
“It’ll work,” he interrupts, gripping the armrests of his chair tightly. “Maybe too well.”
“What?” Blushing, I turn away from him and look at the towering Christmas tree twinkling behind him. I can’t stare at him while I’m dressed like this. I feel toodirty.“What does that mean?”
He sighs and rubs the back of his eyelids. “Every year, we always have donators who like to… push the envelope. They try and take advantage of their position and wedge themselves in line.”
“What’s wrong with that?” I ask, pressing my lips into a thin line. “If they’ve paid, aren’t they owed time with Santa?”
Nicholas taps his fingertips against his throne. “Donations do not guarantee time withSanta,no.We try to keep things family friendly since we’re in a public space and represent the company when we do this. Otherwise, we’d have a lot of… misunderstandings.” His eyes travel down my bodice, and I wrap my white peacoat tighter around myself. “Your outfit, Miss James, might construe the wrong meaning and attract the wrong kind of attention.”
Is he calling my outfit slutty?
Yeah, I had to repurpose the corset, but I didn’t have a lot of options with such last minute notice. “It’s not like I could find a reindeer outfit in time,” I grumble loud enough for him to hear. “I can only shop in certain stores, and this was all they had.” My cheeks burn hotly and I take a deep breath to keep my dignity in tact. Not many people know how difficult it can be to find flattering clothes, let alone comfortable or fitting clothes, when you’re a plus size woman.
Nicholas nods and clasps his hands together, resting his chin atop them. “I understand that, Miss James. I’m merely stating that you look very beautiful, and that may attract the attention of…” He pauses, searching for the right word. “…anyone with a pulse.”
The compliment feels like a slap to the face. I’m not even sure that itisa compliment if you imply thatanyonewould come onto me.
“Right,” I snap, rolling my eyes. “My outfit is inappropriate. I’ve got big boobs and an ass. I can’t exactly help that.” Waving a hand towards him to highlighthisoutfit, I scowl. “Like yours is any better, Mr. Sexy Santa. I’ll have to bat off all the single ladies and gents all night long.”
“That’s your job,” Nicholas says with a chuckle. “To help them keep their hands to themselves. But don’t worry, if anyone comes after you, I’ve got your back.”
“Are you gonna throw toys at them?” I scoff.
“No, I’m going to punch anyone who dares lay a finger on you. You’re off limits, Miss James.”
My mouth gapes at his words, and his eyes sparkle like diamonds as he watches me. “You’ll what?” Sexy Santa brawling should not be such a turn on, but when it’sforme, I can’t help but feel my heart flutter and my core tighten.
A photographer calls for our attention and leads me to stand next to Nicholas’s throne for a picture. The crowd has gotten larger, and more than one cell phone pops up to take their own pictures.
Sexy Santa and his Slutty Little Candy Cane.
“Get closer,” the photographer directs, waving with her hand for me to scoot closer to Nicholas. “I need a close up.”
Shit.This is the last thing I need. And I have to do this all week?
I stumble on a fake present and Nicholas’s hand catches my wrist with lightning-fast reflexes. The heat from his palm scorches my skin, and a delicious shiver rolls down my spine.
