Rebel Without A Claus

by Emma Hart

“I should get extra pay for this. I was putting up lights for thirteen hours on Sunday and look at my hands. They’ve got more cuts than a book to movie adaptation.”

🤣🤣🤣

Nicholas laughed, dipping his head. “Was it that bad?” “You don’t remember because you’re a man, and as a rule, men never think the sex is bad. So yes. Yes, it was. It was an absolute mess.” He grimaced, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment. “It was bad, wasn’t it? How long was it? Like two minutes?” “Try thirty seconds.” “There’s no way it was that short.” “Time is like a penis, Nicholas. It’s never as long as you think it is.”

Oh My God 😳🫣🤣🤣🤣

“We aren’t going to sleep together.” “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, sweetheart.” “I’m not your sweetheart. And I don’t want to sleep with you.” “My fingers are on your wrist, Quinn. I can feel your pulse, and from what I can feel, you’re lying.” Damn it. Stupid heart.

😏

“Good morning, Quinn! What can I get you?” I leaned on the counter and grinned. “A shot of vodka and an ounce of cocaine.” She didn’t bat an eyelid as she said, “Sorry, honey, we can’t serve vodka until five p.m. and we’re fresh out of cocaine. Can I interest you in an espresso and a croissant?” “If that’s all you’ve got, I suppose it’ll have to do.” I sighed.

Now that’s great service 😝

“Never say the phrase ‘festive fun’ again. It’s traumatizing, Nicholas.”

“Why don’t you see if Dad wants to reprise his role for the trip?” “We talked. He said I’ve done such a good job that one, I have to go on the sleigh, and two, I have his permission to marry you and take the job permanently.”

Fingers crossed he’s not joking!