“Hot Mall Santa is…of course he is.He’s devastatingly attractive.”
Tom shrugged a shoulder.She did have a point.
“No wonder he wasn’t into my lap dance.”
“I’m not sure that could all be pinned on his sexual orientation.”
“Have you guys hooked up?”
“We—yeah.”Tom tried to keep his voice down.
“So all those times he came into the store to see you, you guys were bumping uglies?”
“I mean, it’s not like that, but yeah technically, I guess.”
She bit into another pillow.“Holy fuckballs.Oh my Blitzen.You—Tom!”
He worried that her head was going to spin off.He was pretty sure she was excited for him, but there might’ve been a healthy dose of jealousy on her part.
“You banged Hot Mall Santa!You deserve a monument!”
Tom shushed her, but she waved it off.
“Don’t shush me.You got the guy we all wanted.You’ve had what every person in the South Wing is lusting over.”
“I don’t think every person…”
She cocked her head at him.She did not have time for this.She did a gimme motion with her hand.“Details, please.”
“What?”
“Since I can’t get with him, I need to live vicariously through you.You rode on Santa’s sleigh.You let him go down your chimney.”
“How do you know I didn’t go down his chimney?”
“Tom.”
Damn her for knowing me so well!
“Tell me everything.How much did you do with him?Did you have sex with Hot Mall Santa?”
“His name is Randall, by the way, and it wasn’t just that.”Tom didn’t want to cheapen what they had.He liked Randall.They had forged a personal connection, one that Tom felt in his heart, even if it was going to end in early January.They shared way more than bodily fluids, but Kirsten didn’t seem to have any patience for that stuff.
“Oh, come on.Did he read you French poetry?Or maybe you guys just kissed.He’s probably fucking one of the elves.”
A flash of indignant anger hit Tom.“Why would you say that?”
“I don’t know.”She shrugged.“You’re not really a guy into casual sex.”
“Yes, I am.”
“You’re more of a romantic.”
“We fucked,” Tom said, not letting Kirsten demean his sex appeal.“Oh did we fuck.”
He was giving his audience what they wanted.
“Tell me everything.”
