Page 21 of A Magical Christmas


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NICKY.

I stared at the beautiful woman in front of me, my chest tight and aching in that strange way it always seemed to whenever she was around.

She raised her eyebrows in query to accentuate the question she’d asked.

I had to shake myself to remember.God, this woman knocks the sense out of me!“Today...” I wracked my brain. “How about a tour? Would you like to see the place?”

Jaydy set down her glass of milk and jumped off the stool, her beautiful eyes sparkling with instant delight. “Oh, yes please.”

I held out my arm and indicated toward the door.

She smiled and graciously took my lead, strolling ahead of me.

My gaze swung straight down to her ass, highlighted perfectly within the sleek lines of her fishtail skirt like a dream. Last night had been amazing.Too amazing, in fact. But I couldn’t dwell on it now. In fact, the mere sight of Jaydy’s ass as she sashayed past me was enough to get my cock hardening in readiness for her.

“So, any idea where we are going first?” she asked.

I coughed, clearing my throat and forcefully dragging my attention back to the mission at hand and away from how much I wanted to just drag this woman back to bed. “How about the workshop?” I asked, walking towards the double doors that led into the area where most of the toys were made and assembled.

Jaydy glanced up at me, a twinkle of sheer excitement in her eyes. “As in Santa’s Workshop?”

I could tell that she thought I was joking, but instead of wasting my breath trying to explain the truth I simply pushed open the door.

Her jaw dropped. “Oh my...”

A laugh bubbled up inside me as pure, unadulterated, child-like joy lit up Jaydy’s face. I tried to imagine seeing the workshop for the first time, through the eyes of a human that actually believed Santa was nothing more than a fairy tale.

“It’s... beautiful,” Jaydy said, creeping slowly into the room. “I just...”

I chuckled, walking in behind her. “This is the quietest day of the year. Usually, it’s a functional, but chaotic hive of activity. But the elves all take a couple of well-deserved weeks off after Christmas to rest, recuperate, and spend time with their own families.”

“The elves?” Jaydy asked softly, running her hand over the workshop benches while admiring the off cuts of colored wood. “You mean like Elsa?”

“Yes, but she doesn’t work in the workshop. She runs the house.”

Jaydy continued wandering, circling the benchtops and appreciating all the little things I took for granted. The elf sized tools, the electronic pads, and the little adjustable steps that put the elves at the right height for their work.

“I can’t believe it,” Jaydy whispered again, seemingly lost for words momentarily. “I mean, I know you’ve told me you’re Santa Claus... and that we’re in the North Pole, but this is just...”

I couldn’t help but stare at the beauty of Jaydy’s vibrant smile, or the way she shook her head in disbelief and awe at the magic around her.

“Come see the village,” I said, walking toward the back of the workshop and pointing to the largest window. My head spun and my heart was still pumping a little too fast.This is surreal. The heat of my growing attraction for Jaydy made my arms and legs tingle with nervous energy. So, I waited, breathing slowly, willing myself to calm down.

With a truly genuine expression of curiosity Jaydy walked over and brushed aside the lace curtains.

As she stared out into the village, I couldn’t help but glance over. Every curve of her face was a marvel to me. Her cheeks were flushed with heat and her blue eyes twinkled with good cheer.

“I can’t believe it,” she gushed, a grin stretching her lips. “How many of them live here?”

I crossed my arms over my chest and thought about it. “Ah... at last count the population was about four hundred, I think.”

Jaydy was still staring out the window, admiring the beautiful, white-washed world beyond when she fired out another question. “And how long do they live? Forever?”

I chuckled. “No, not forever. But their normal life span is on average a hundred to a hundred and fifty years.”

“This... your life. It’s incredible!” Jaydy said, then turned to look up at me.

I smiled at her, enamored by her reaction. “Yeah, I suppose to you, it would seem that way. But to me? I thinkyouhave the incredible life.”

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