Page 14 of Santa Is A Sl*t

I put away my wine glass before changing into a pair of pajamas with candy canes all over them. My love for the holiday seasongoes deep. I can’t remember a time when I didn’t love everything about it.

Laying down in bed, the thought crosses my mind that this will be my first Christmas that I wake up all alone. When I turn off the light and close my eyes, I try to pretend that the apartment isn’t as empty as it feels.

The next morning, I decide to start fresh. Walking into work, I start to think about how there’s no reason for me to hold on to things I can’t change.

I can’t change the fact that my roommate is in a happy relationship and wants to take it to the next level. I can’t change the fact that my boss is an asshole who seems to be determined to ruin everything about the job I love. I definitely can’t change the fact that the memory of Eve sucking Nicholas’s dick while Kane ate her pussy is seared into my brain. And I really can’t change the fact I want a chance to join them.

That’s right. I’ve finally accepted that I do want to fuck my boss.

And Eve.

And Kane.

Because even if it doesn’t last past the holidays, I don’t want to spend the next few weeks alone. I want to spend it getting naked with attractive people and collecting orgasms like book nerds collect special edition books.

I just have to figure out a way to make it happen.

I’m still working on my course of action when I bump into someone. And as luck would have it, I look up into the eyes of my boss.

Why do I want to giggle like a schoolgirl who just saw her crush changing in the locker room?

Oh, probably because I saw his dick yesterday and now I have to try and keep a straight face while having a conversation with him right after I was thinking about how hard I want him to rail me.

Clearing my throat, I say, “Excuse me.”

“Would you mind if I spoke with you for a minute?” Nicholas’s voice is monotone, making it difficult to determine if he’s still angry with me.

I’m not sure if this is the best timing to have a private conversation with him but I guess it’s necessary considering the circumstances.

“Sure,” I say with uncertainty.

“Great. Let’s head to my office.” Still, his tone gives nothing away.

I look at him skeptically and whisper yell, “You want to go to the scene of the crime?”

Nicholas rolls his eyes. “Hilarious, Noel.”

I sure as fuck thought so, I think to myself as we enter the elevator. He pushes the button for his floor and I try to discreetly study him from the corner of my eye.

He’s handsome. I can understand my attraction to him. There’s an energy around him that gives off dominance, which wasconfirmed after hearing him threaten to edge Kane and Eve yesterday.

Then again, he was just fucking Eve’s face, which requires very little effort on his end. So he could be a lazy lay.

I doubt it, though.

The elevator dings, letting us know we’ve reached our destination floor and I follow him to his office. Eve is at her desk and she blows me a kiss when we pass her. I pretend to catch it and then pat the area just below my navel while I wink at her.

It makes me think of how she was kissing me there yesterday afternoon and I’m curious to know if she followed my orders.

Nicholas waves me ahead of him before stepping into the room himself and closing the door behind us. “Take a seat.”

I want to make a comment about saying please but I know it’s just going to irritate him and I still don’t know exactly what this conversation is about.

“Now, where should we start, Noel?” He asks with a tsk. “Barging into a private office? Insubordination? Unprofessional conduct?”

My eyes go wide in shock at his audacity before I let out a loud snort. “Is this a joke?”

It has to be. Unprofessional conduct? I literally caught this man with his pants down yesterday.

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