There must be some way I can change the direction of what's happening tonight, but I'm at a loss as to what it could be. When Jacob finally returns, it's with a frown on his face.
"Bad news?" I ask.
"There are no more rooms available."
"I'll sleep here on the couch, no problem."
"That's not my main concern."
"Then what is?"
"What the hell are you doing here dressed like my wife?"
I open my eyes wide and finally realize he's dressed as Santa Claus. I match him with my costume as Mrs. Claus—a sexy one at that. I think I'm in over my head.
No, IknowI'm definitely in over my head.
Chapter 4
Jacob
After spending all afternoon and most of Christmas Eve surrounded by children wanting to take their photo with Santa, I'm exhausted. I just want to get home, take a hot shower, and climb into bed. Tomorrow, I get to dress again for the parade. For some reason, I'm not looking forward to it.
This year, the holiday spirit has not filled me like before, and I miss it. As soon as I get to my suite at the Snowcap Inn, I sense something is different. Small candles illuminate the room, and there are rose petals all over the place.
I follow the trail of petals to my bedroom and take in a breath when I see the beautiful woman lying on my bed. My cock goeshard immediately, and I fight with the urge to kiss this heavenly present that's been dropped on my bed.
My instincts win, and I walk over to where Marci lies. Her mouth is rosy pink and looks utterly kissable. I think she's dressed as Mrs. Claus, although a sexy one. My cock stiffens even more, and I can't keep myself from kissing her any longer.
Our lips touch, and I know I've found heaven. Hers are soft, and I deepen the kiss, teasing her mouth so she opens up for me. The loveliest sounds come from her, and she lets my tongue inside her delicious mouth. I'm about to go further when I realize what I'm doing and pull away.
My God, I almost had my way with her right here and now.
"What are you doing here, Marci?"
"Surprise," she says, her words slurred.
I realize she reeks of alcohol. She tries to get off the bed, but that just reveals how naked she is underneath that red throw, so I pull it back over her legs. I need to get her sober and get her out of my suite. I don't think I can trust myself with her here, looking like a sexy Mrs. Santa Claus.
We exchange words, where she tries to convince me she's okay enough to…what? Seduce me? I leave her for a bit to make a pot of strong coffee. As the liquid percolates, I pace around my tiny kitchenette. What was she thinking, coming here? And who let her in?
If someone let her into my room, there will be hell to pay.
When the coffee is ready, I pour it into a big mug and add three teaspoons of sugar. Somehow, I know she likes her coffee sweet. My mind goes back to the issue at hand. She can't stay here, and I won't be able to keep myself from ravishing her.
I return to my room and give her the steaming cup of coffee. She takes it and sips it carefully. I watch out the window, and I know that I can't send her out there in weather like this. I tryto make her see that it's not good for her to stay with me, and finally, I convince her to let me get a room for her.
I should have known it was a fool's errand. There are no more rooms available, and the clerk says no one asked to be let into my suite. I walk back to my suite and right up to her, demanding she tell me why she's dressed as Mrs. Claus.
She looks at me in shock and then gives me a sexy smile as he sits up on the couch.
"I already told you, this was a surprise for you."
Once again, she removes the red throw from her legs, and this time, I'm not fast enough to stop her. As she gets up, I see every curve in her voluptuous body. She's perfect, but I can't tell her that. She'll take it as an invitation.
"Do you like my dress, Jacob?"
"How did you not freeze to death out there?"
