“His body is like a freaking Greek god, and he had quite a thunderbolt.Like, it’s ridiculous.I’m surprised I’m still able to walk.With a body like that, and a sex drive like that, he should be doing porn.”Tom couldn’t stop.He realized for the first time that having attention showered on you could be addictive.“We fucked all night long.We were in more positions than a sectional sofa.Hot Mall Santa just kept going.”
“Holy shit!”
“Oh, yeah.I wore those antlers we had to wear in the store last year.He told me I was on the naughty list.”
“He actually said that?That is like a porno.”
“I know!”Tom wanted to tell her they were both joking, that it was this amazing kind of sex where they were comfortable enough with each other to laugh and have fun.Right from the start.Almost like it was meant to be or something.“His body just overwhelmed.He is like this animal piece of meat.And last night…it was wild.We did it in my car.In public.In a subdivision.He has to use magnum condoms, like for real.”
“Shut up!”Kirsten ripped a row of pillows out of the wall.She immediately put them back, but the thought still stood.
“Hot Mall Santa doesn’t fuck around.He is here to play.I didn’t know that I could handle him, but…” Tom stopped talking.Kirsten’s face changed into one of horror.
Oh crap, there’s a customer behind me.
“Is there anything I can help you find to…”
But it wasn’t a customer.
Randall.
His body caved in, like Tom had just shot a bunch of arrows at his chest.
“Hey,” Tom said, panicking inside.
“I wanted to say hi before I went to the Workshop.”
Kirsten waved hello at him, at as much a loss for words as Tom.
“That’s what you think of me?”he asked.
“No.No, I don’t.”Tom looked back at Kirsten, then at him.“We were just joking around.”
Kirsten wasn’t laughing anymore.Tom wanted to smash his own head into the twenty-percent-off vases.
“Can we talk in private?”Tom asked.
Kirsten left to help a customer, but Randall did not move.
“I have to get to work.”Randall’s jaw tightened and pain etched across his pretty face.“Last night was really special for me.”
“Me, too.”
“Then why were you telling Kirsten all those details?You sounded just like the people on line at Santa’s Workshop, waiting to give me some line or saying what they want me to do to them.”
Why did he have to talk to Kirsten like that?Tom didn’t feel that way.But it was safe.It made what he was feeling for Randall less real, especially when Randall was going to Wisconsin over wherever, probably never to return.“I’m sorry.I never expected someone as hot as you to actually want to be with me.”
“So I’m just some hot guy?”
“I didn’t mean it that way.But…” Tom knew he should stop, but the words kept coming.“I mean, youarehot.”
“I thought we’d gotten to know each other over these past few weeks, but I’m still just the Hot Mall Santa to you.”Randall took off his Santa hat, where his waves of hair remained voluminous.“Male baldness runs in my family.So if I start to lose my hair, you’ll ditch me?”
“No.”
“Or what if I get permanently disfigured in an accident?”
“Don’t say that.”
