“Debatable.” She rolls her eyes as she heads for the door. “Now that I have confirmation from at least two of you, I’m going home to make a few flyers to put around the office before I start dinner.”
Rising from my chair, I head to the door too. “Won’t your boss tear them down?”
She shakes her head, grabbing the door handle. “No, she doesn’t go in the lunchroom ever.”
“Never?”
“Nope. She eats in her office every day,” Joy informs me, opening the door and taking a few steps into the hallway. “See you later, loser!”
With a wave, she walks off and I close the door, locking up. Agreeing to strip at a company Christmas party wasnoton my bingo card for this year.
I think it will be a fun experience, though.
At least, I hope so. Otherwise, it’ll be averyawkward and long night.
My phone dings as another one of the crew responds to my text. Plus, a few more are typing right now.
As the texts come through, I sink onto my couch, tossing my legs up. Everyone has said yes so far, which Joy will be pleased to hear.
This isn’t our usual turf for what we do, but that means it has potential to go two ways—more money than a usual night, or significantly less.
Joyclaimsthat we’ll be tipped well, so I can only hope she’s right. Besides, she wouldn’t invite me to do this if she thought we’d be giving a show forfree. She’s not the type to scam people.
My mind keeps going back to her boss, though. I’ve never met someone who hates Christmas the way Joy claims this woman does.
It really makes me want to change her mind somehow.
I wonder if she’s hot—I should’ve asked Joy. You know what, I’ll just ask now. Swiping out of my crew’s group chat, I open my texts with Joy.
Everyone is in, so 5 of us for your party. Also, is your boss hot?
She responds almost instantly, and I can’t help but laugh out loud.
Yay! Thank you sooo much, and also FUCK OFF!!!
Well, that tells me enough—her boss isdefinitelyhot. That makes this all the more exciting.
Even though Joydoesn’twant me to bring the Christmas spirit to her boss, it’s going to be my goal for the night.
That is, if her boss goes to the party.
I guess all I can do is pray for a Christmas miracle.
CHAPTER 3
HOLLY
There’s a tiny knock at my door, and a few seconds later, Joy cracks the door open. “Boss, do you have a minute?”
Well, the truth is, no. I’m trying to get all these contracts for the new year finalized before every other business takes their damned Christmas vacation.
However, I want to know if she and the other Christmas lovers have chosen a day for their stupid party.
“Yes.” I wave her in, letting go of my mouse and crossing my arms over my chest.
She enters fully, closing the door behind her as always. She runs her hands down her shirt, as if smoothing it out, but the flushness in her cheeks tell me she’s nervous—so does the faint way her wings flutter.
“So, we chose a day for the Christmas party.” She gives a forced smile. “Next Friday, the 6th.”
