Yours to Ho Ho Hold
This Christmas she’ll have more than her stocking stuffed…
I hate Christmas, loathe it, actually.
So why am I sharing the last bed in a storybook Christmas town with a romance cover model… dressed as a slutty Santa?
I’m so glad you asked…
You see, I was planning to skip Christmas altogether.
No gifts. No guilt. No forced Christmas cheer for me.
I was supposed to be nose-deep in a book with my toes in the sand figuring out my trainwreck of a life.
But then my flight had to make an emergency landing… and as luck would have it there was only one room left–and you guessed it–one bed too…
So now I’ll have to endure the next twenty-four hours of my annoyingly charming and insanely hot, Christmas-loving roommate as he tries to woo me into admitting that maybe I don’t hate Christmas after all.
No matter how much I resist.
But when he reenacts my favorite scene from my smutty Christmas book I may just sit on his lap and tell him anything he wants to know.
I mean… everyone has their vices, right?
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