Page 55 of Texting My Secret Santa

“He isn’t in the office today,” I mutter.

“Are you okay?” she asks.

“Snowflake …” I take a breath. Here goes nothing. “I was your Secret Santa.”

Her eyes pop open wide. She’s gorgeously, cutely astonished. “You were?”

“I knew it was you when you told me the story about your dad being the salesman. My phone is missing. Derek must’ve taken it from my office and pretended to be me.”

She’s quiet for a minute, then says, “That explains why his texts have been so weird.”

“You’re right, Miss Goody Two-shoes. Mine were suave and charming.”

“You’re such adick.” She slaps my chest, laughing in relief.

It’s risky, kissing in the office, even with her door closed. We do it anyway. She slides her arms around my shoulders and pulls me close. I sink against her, gripping both her legs, opening my mouth and tasting her tongue and her passion and?—

“Holly?”

It’s Dan.

Knock-knock.

“Can I come in?”

I jump to my feet and stumble backward. She quickly presses buttons on her computer. “You’re here for the Santa footage. Your mom wants to see it,” she hisses, wiping her mouth.

Are my lips red from the kissing? I wipe my mouth just to be safe.

My cock was growing hard before the knock on the door. Will he notice?

This is beyond fucked.

Dan pushes the door open, double-taking when he sees me. “Hey, Casanova. What are you doing here?”

The impromptu nickname puts me on high alert. “Casanova?”

“Because of the date later …”

“Oh, yeah,” I say awkwardly.

Talking about dating in front of my Snowflake is the last thing I want to do. She doesn’t need to hear any details about another woman and me. Just the idea of being with somebody else makes me uncomfortable.

“I warned you I will not be romantic, though,” I remind him. “I don’t want you or her to get the wrong impression.”

Dan smiles. “Come on, man. Don’t be so pessimistic. What if you like her? You might hit it off.”

Holly stands with her hands behind her hand. I wonder if she’s clenching her fists to relieve the awkwardness. I want to hold her and tell her it will all be okay.

“What’re you doing here, anyway? Hounding my sister for her marketing skills?”

“You know it.” Lying to him sucks. “She’s the best in the game. It’s not my fault.”

I’m getting defensive without meaning to.

“Hey, no argument from me,” Dan says. “Holly, I swung by to ask if I could have your Secret Santa phone. I was thinking about this HR mess. It might be good if they could review anyinappropriate texts that he sent you. Since he doesn’t seem to be in the office, yours is the only phone we have.”

Holly shakes her head. “Uh, no.”

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