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I’d been too busy these past three months to make time for the comforts of a woman, or if it was her
Santa’s current weakness.
the mystery man in the red suit.
Our conversation had gone from simple ‘hi’ and ‘hellos’ to true flirtatious banter.
I checked her out and was taken aback when she handed me the second bag back. “Merry Christmas!”
With the amount of dares I’d survived dealing with my sisters,
I did a double take. She was in line.
The rest of the people thereafter were a blur until Miss Johanna was in front of me.
“Dear Santa,” she whispered into my ear, “all I want for Christmas, is to slide down your north pole.”
I spent the rest of my time thinking about what I wanted to do to her.
It sucked if you asked me. To want someone who no longer wanted you.
something about him sparked feelings in me that I wasn’t sure I wanted to face.
I would have loved to see was a Santa that looked like me and my family growing up.
“she’s never seen me outside of my Santa suit.”
At six foot three and over two hundred pounds, that was a good thing because I hardly went unnoticed in places.
I wanted to wait to reveal who I was just a little longer
“Santa?” I questioned though I was positive it was him. His pretty eyes pierced into me.
Blue is our last name.”
“Then what’s your first name?”
“I love kids. I’m a kindergarten teacher by day. But being a teacher don’t always pay the bills.
typically, I do hair.
I had always been into makeup and beauty products, but lip products won me over each time.
“I definitely want them juicy lips on me before the end of the night,” I admitted.
“You’re gonna have to kiss me every fifteen minutes then.”
“Please, Blue, with sugar on top, will you help me?”
“You are the prize.”
I couldn’t miss the flicker of darkness behind his eyes that told me I was about to be in trouble — in the best way.
“See, I knew there was a fifty-two year old within you.”
“You’re cute, but still ain’t handing it over until you apologize for the slander.”
“Okay then, lil’ boy. Stop asking me questions like you my daddy.”
