Page 37 of The Christmas Mistake

But last night I was boiling in my bed as I slept. Tossing and turning as my body was on fire. It was like I was in a terrible fever.

I was dreaming of one person. It was thoughts of them that have made me hot as hell.

Chastity.

I was reliving the bar in my mind all night, but instead of pulling away from her as I had done, I instead continued our kiss. Getting deeper with her. Moving my hands down her sensual body. Feeling her smooth lovely skin on mine. Pushing my hard erection against her bare leg…

Jesus Christ.

I need to stop this. I need to do something about Chastity. I can’t keep thinking about her forever without doing anything to alleviate my heartache.

I roll out of bed and my sweat and get ready for the day ahead. Another day of being Santa. Another day of sitting across from Chastity and not being about to do a damn thing about my feelings for her.

I get to work. She’s there, of course. And she still doesn’t say another word to me.

All day long she doesn’t speak with me. She’s all happy and cheery with the customers and the children, but not a single glance is thrown my way.

I’m really starting to feel rejected here.

And yeah, maybe I do deserve it for being so callow the other night. But I just wish this silent treatment is over.

I want Chastity back. Even if she’s teasing me, I just want to hear her say my name again in her sweet voice.

First, I told her about my childhood, and then I couldn’t stop dreaming about her. I’ve really fallen for this girl, haven’t I?

The rest of the day passes slowly until it’s time for Annie to appear by our side to tell us to close up.

This time I’m not going to lose my chance. Before I’m even out of my Santa costume, I corner her in the grotto. She can’t leave this time.

“Chastity, wait.”

She turns to me then. The first moment she’s looked directly in my eyes for days.

“What is it, Nicholas?” she asks me, her beautiful voice now flat and unemotional.

“I was thinking about the other night,” I start. “I want to talk about it.”

She frowns. “We don’t have to discuss what happened. There’s no need, Nicholas.”

I am not dissuaded. “I want to talk to you, though. How about another drink at a bar? I’ll buy.”

I watch her as she irresistibly bites her lower lip, thinking. I bet she didn’t think I’ll ask her out again.

“This time I choose where we go,” she says. “I make that choice.”

I shrug. “Sure. I can live with that.”

“I know a good place,” she continues. “You’ll have to come with me in my car, though. I’ll take us there.”

“Okay, fine.”

“Get out of that ridiculous costume and follow me.”

* * *

Unlike me, Chastity doesn’t take off her outfit. She continues to wear that skimpy elf one as we head over to her parked car. For some reason, I feel like she’s trying to tease me with it. Revealing her body.

Well, the teasing’s working. I can’t take my eyes off her delicious backside as her hips sway with every step into the mall’s parking lot. I might be worried as hell that I’ve fucked everything up between us two but I’m still a red-blooded man, that’s for sure, and I bet she knows that too. I can’t help myself but admire the view.