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Members had been speculating for months on what the owner might be planning.
“We will be bringing up the rear of the parade, right after Aviana and the rest of her court.”
She has royalty?
“As I understand it, we’ll be making three trips through the dungeon, and then there will be a receiving line.”
Even for Mistress Aviana, the event sounded extravagant.
“After that, I’ll be handing out gifts while you manage the crowd.”
All members had been asked to bring a wrapped present for Santa’s bag.
“Fine.” Sounded easy enough.
Now that he was evidently done speaking, she turned away, seizing the opportunity to escape. After all, she still needed to change into her elf shoes and hat, and now she had completely run out of time to get herself ready.
“Ms. Robbins.”
The snap of command in his voice made her freeze in place.
“Perhaps I can convince you I’m not an asshole after all.”
She glanced over her shoulder to offer him a huge, fake smile. “That would take much more than a Christmas miracle, Mr. Frost.”
CHAPTERTWO
Her heart still hammering at the prospect of spending so much time with Frost tonight and then over the holidays in a pretend marriage, Kaylee hurried into the small locker room to change out of her heels and into the outrageous elf shoes and hat that matched her costume.
After repacking her belongings, she headed for the coat check.
“Did you remember to bring a gift?” the volunteer asked.
With a nod, Kaylee pulled the wrapped leather handcuffs from a pocket inside her tote. When she’d gone shopping, she’d fantasized about Master Denton securing her with them. But now that she was no longer planning to scene, she sighed. Until now she’d had no idea how much she had been counting on that stress relief.
The woman deposited the present into a big, white sack.
Next, Kaylee turned over her tote with her purse and garment bag inside.
“Anything else?”
“That’s it. Thanks.” Kaylee turned and spotted her friend, Abigail, working at a shop in the vendor area.
A man was lacing a woman into a black satin corset accented with rhinestones, leaving Abigail free to chat, at least for the moment.
“Did you hear?” Kaylee asked.
Abigail frowned. “No.”
“Asshole Frost is filling in as Santa. And I’m his helper.”
“Oh no.” Abigail scowled furiously. “That has to be a nightmare. Can you get someone else to do it?”
“I would, except…” Glancing around, Kaylee blew out a breath. “He knows how much I want to go to my sister’s wedding. So he promised me the time off, with pay. And he bought me the plane ticket. First class.” But she couldn’t admit the rest. Her friend would insist she not go along with Frost’s fake-marriage idea. But even Abigail didn’t know the full extent of Kaylee’s financial situation or her desperation.
“He’s still an asshole.”
Abigail was loyal to a fault, and Kaylee appreciated it. “He knows my weak spots.” As she often said, Machiavelli had nothing on Evan Frost.
