Nemesis:Again…pics or it didn’t happen.
Me:There. Picture sent. Proof of life and a smile.
Nemesis:I can’t believe how big Kacey is getting! I’m a little jealous you get to see her all the time.
Me:She’s getting tall. She’s going to be normal size. Not like your brother.
Nemesis:Keegan is normal size!
Me:He is child size, and you know it! Even for a human omega he is short!
Nemesis:Okay, he is LOL I’m still jealous I only get to see her on holidays and school breaks. Thanks for the pictures btw. You have a really nice smile.
Me:*blushing emoji* You’re welcome.
Chapter Eleven
Balfour
Striding back into the workshop with a purpose, I glanced left and right, before bellowing, “Anderson!”
The elf popped his head up from the table of remote control cars he was hurriedly helping package for tonight. He rushed over, eyes wide. He stood a few inches shorter than me and was skinny as a rail. “Sir?”
“You’re in charge of The Santa tonight,” I briskly told him, moving through the shop and towards the hallway that held the offices.
He hurried to match my strides. “Sir? I don’t…I don’t understand.”
Coming to an abrupt halt, I spun on the other elf, and he barely stopped himself in time from running into me. It dawned on me that the workshop was suddenly much quieter than it should be. Looking around, I found all the other elves’ eyes glued to what was happening between Anderson and me.
“Have you not been training as my assistant for two hundred years now?” I demanded impatiently. I did not have time for this nonsense.
Anderson blinked owlishly, licking his lips. “Two hundred and twenty-eight, sir.”
“Stop calling me sir,” I ordered. “Well, tonight all your hard work is finally going to pay off. You’re in charge.”
“Sir, Balfour, I mean. I don’t–”
Turning steely eyes on the elves watching us, I made a shooing motion with my hands. Activity suddenly resumed, all eyes turned away from the drama playing out on the workshop floor.
“I have an…emergency,” I told Anderson quietly. “I won’t be available.” Assuming Kendrick agreed to me being with him for his heat. “I trust you to make sure everything goes smoothly and The Santa returns in one piece. Can you handle that?”
Anderson nodded like a bobblehead. “Of course, Si–Balfour. Yes, yes I can handle it.”
“Brilliant! I’ll make sure you have access to all the spreadsheets and lists, including the naughty and nice list.”
“The naughty and nice list,” he whispered, his voice holding some kind of weird awe.
Perhaps I had become a bit too controlling with my spreadsheets and lists. What was the point of having an assistant if I never let him…well, assist?
“Yes, I’ll send everything to you. Just give me a few minutes.”
I turned to head to my office, this time Anderson not following at my heels. Turning to glance over my shoulder, the elf was still standing there looking shell-shocked, a small smile on his face. He was surrounded by several of the other elves, all twittering excitedly between them.
Closing my office door, I took a deep breath, leaning against it. Pulling my phone out, I held it up to my ear, listening to it ring. One…two…three…
A muffled moan answered, the sound shooting straight to my cock. For a few seconds, I just listened to the breathless panting in my ear, the soft moans, the unmistakable sound of skin slapping against skin. My mind conjured up a picture of Kendrick splayed across my bed, skin flushed with color, as he worked his cock, faster and faster, towards an orgasm.
“Kendrick?” My voice didn’t sound like mine at all. Low, hoarse, raw, and filled with a need I had never felt for another being.
