That’s two weeks away, though. Will I see you before then?
Subtle.
Me
I’m sure you will. Bring condoms to the hospital. I want to get railed by Santa for real.
Brandon
My cheeks hurt from smiling, so I quickly fixed my face. There was no way in hell I was gonna be one of‘those girls’—acting all gaga while texting a boy. The thought of repeating our little Grey’s Anatomy-esque hookup had me practically bubbly, which was so unlike me, but whatever. I guess extraordinary dick made me giddy.
After placing my phone back in my bag, my gaze returned to the view outside the coffee shop. From this vantage point, I had an excellent spot to do some serious people-watching. I was only a few blocks from my apartment, nearer to shops and businesses. It was a weekday, and the street was bustling with people, probably on their lunch breaks, getting in some holiday shopping.
With only two weeks until Christmas, the non-procrastinators likely had their shopping well underway. I, on the other hand, was a Grade A procrastinator. I did my best work under pressure in most situations, and shopping for gifts was no different. Besides, I only really ever shoppedfor Daphne and my mom, so it wasn’t like it took me long to accomplish. But I didn’t buy justanygift. It had to be the right gift for the right person. I’d rather give them nothing at all than give some useless bobble that would sit and collect dust on a shelf, or even worse, end up being re-gifted.
I spent some more time enjoying the snowfall and people-watching while sipping on my latte before heading back to my apartment to do some meal prepping for work.Don’t get it twisted—I didn’t do the health freak bullshit kind of meal prepping. It was just more practical to pack myself some meals and snacks for the hospital in case I was too busy to get to the cafeteria. Although, come to think of it, maybe more trips to the cafeteria were exactly what I needed.
All of myhopes and dreams of banging Santa in an on-call room evaporated when I got to work the next day only to find out we were at capacity and short-staffed.Good thing I meal prepped, I guess.The morning flew by, and my lunch consisted of a bag of chips at the nursing station. Yeah, I knew we weren’tsupposedto have food and drinks in patient care areas, but sue me. We had to eat when and where we could.
By mid-afternoon, management’s bribes must have worked, because we finally got some extra nurses in to help us. As soon as someone came to offer me a break, I ran forthe bathroom, followed by a trip to the break room to sit and eat something more substantial. Unfortunately, I still had hours left in my shift.
Amanda was in the break room, and after getting my lunch bag from the fridge, I joined her at her table.
“Hey, girl. How you holdin’ up?” I asked as I plopped down in my chair.
“Fuck, Lexi. Today’s brutal,” she answered as she took a huge bite of her sandwich. Probably trying to shovel as much in as she could before we were inevitably interrupted.Smart girl.
“Yeah, I hate it when we’re so short. I mean, it’s ICU, for fuck’s sake. How are we supposed to keep these patients safe without help?” There was no time to hop up on my soapbox. Every minute of my break was precious. I needed to eat, pee again, and get back out there.
Between bites of my own subpar lunch of grapes and Triscuits—meal prepping at its finest, ladies and gentlemen—I pulled out my phone to do a little doom scrolling. There on my message icon was a red bubble showing a missed text. I knew who it was before I even opened the app.Fuck. I wanted nothing more than to say,fuck this placeand jump Santa’s bones, but that wasn’t in the cards for me. I reluctantly opened my messages app and instantly regretted it. My jaw hung open as I took in the photo he had sent.
Usually, I wasn’t a fan of unsolicited dick pics, but this particular dick pic was definitely getting saved in my spank bank.Holy hell.It was taken at his apartment in front of a full-length mirror, and he was naked except for his Santabeard and hat. He stood there looking sexy as hell, with his phone in one hand and a raging hard-on in the other. The caption read,Santa has a present for you.
“Fuck me,” escaped my lips in a whisper, causing Amanda to perk up.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, looking up at me. “Or what’s right?” she laughed. I guessed my expression had given me away.
“Nothing,” I said, as I quickly stuffed my phone back into my pocket.
“Liar.” She put down her sandwich and turned her chair to face me. “Listen, bitch. I haven’t had sex in so long that my hymen has probably regenerated itself. I need to live vicariously through you, so spill it.”
Fuck it.She already knew about my little Santa rendezvous. What was the harm in keeping her in the loop?Well, as long as Daphne didn’t find out.
“Fine. Santa sent me the hottest picture.” I grinned at her. “I was supposed to meet him for a quickie today before I found out we were short.”
“Can I see it?” Her eyes were wide, and I could almost see the drool gathering in her mouth.
“Absolutely not. It was meant for my eyes only. I don’t think he’d appreciate my sharing it with strangers.”
“Buzzkill.” Amanda pouted. “So, when are you going to see him again?”
“I’m not sure. Hopefully before Christmas Eve, though. That’s when I have my next tattoo session.”
“Is that what you’re calling your dick appointments these days?” she snorted.
Daphne rushed into the room, making a B-line for the fridge. I shot Amanda a death glare, praying she got the hint.
“Is it a fucking full moon?” Daphne hissed as she rummaged through the contents of the refrigerator.
