“Aren’t you going to open your present?”
“Yeah.Later. I want to get the tickets booked first.”
He picked up the box on the counter wrapped in Santa Claus paper topped with a big red bow and handed it to her. “Go ahead and open it now. Might as well get it out of the way.”
She tore off the wrapping and lifted the box top. Nestled in white tissue paper was a pair of sheer red bikini panties…with a sprig of mistletoe embroidered on the front.
She looked up, laughing. “You. You’re my Secret Santa.”
He spread his hands, palms up. “Hey, you don’t always have a sprig of mistletoe handy when you need it.”
“I believe I’ll have to pack this along with my massage oil for Corfu.”
“Why don’t you come sit on Santa’s lap and tell him what else you’d like for Christmas.”
“Well, Santa, I’ve been a very good girl all year-except maybe I’ve been a little testy with this guy at work.” She nuzzled his neck. “But I can’t lie, Santa. I think I’m about to be very naughty and I think I deserve to get Cole in my stocking this year.”
Jennifer LaBrecque
