Page 16 of Blame It On The Reindeer

“Yeah. I’m fine. Why do you ask?”

“I talked to Sam, and he told me you were stranded at Brody’s place. Then you answer, sounding all out of breath...”

“Oh. Yeah. I’m stuck here. It’s fine, though.”

“Why are you being weird? Did you murder him, and now you’re trying to hide the body, and that’s why you sound out of breath?”

“No! Andi!” I laughed, leaning back in my chair. “Why would you say that?”

“Well, I know how badly you want those reindeer, and Sam said that it sounded like you two were already bickering. I guess I just assumed you were doing whatever had to be done to keep Frosty Fest afloat.”

“While I would technically do anything to keep Frosty Fest afloat, murder isn’t high on the list.”

“Okay, but that still doesn’t explain the breathl—”

I closed my eyes and waited as she finished processing what she was about to say.

“Oh my God! Jasmin! You slept with him? Please tell me that it’s just wild, crazy, stuck together during a blizzard, and you have nothing better to do sex and not that you’re sleeping with him to get the reindeer.”

“Do you really think I would go to that extreme?”

“For the reindeer? Yeah, I kinda do. I mean, I saw him in line at Waldon’s yesterday when I ran in to get some stuff, and he’s not bad to look at. But I don’t want you selling yourself short just to get the reindeer.”

“That’s not at all what is happening,” I muttered, looking outside to make sure he was still there and hadn’t snuck back in. “We haven’t had sex.”

“But you want to.”

I tapped my fingers on the table, knowing she was right but not wanting to admit it.

“Why don’t you just make a move on him?” she suggested, pulling my thoughts back to the conversation and away from the sandwich porn.

“No way. I’m not even interested in him. He did some freaky shit with a sandwich, and it just got me flustered. That’s all.”

“Freaky shit to a sandwich? Like he used his dick to make a sausage sandwich or something?”

“No!” I laughed, shaking my head. “He didn’t have his dick out.”

“Okay, I’m lost.”

“He was making a sandwich for himself, and I was watching. I don’t know why, so don’t bother with asking. Anyway, he just randomly decided to make it the most sensual sandwich-making experience in the world, and it left me a little flustered.”

“What did he do?”

“Well, for starters, instead of using a knife like a normal human being, he stuck his fingers in the jar of mayonnaise and practically fingered it before spreading it on the bread. Then he sucked his fingers clean, and I know he was flicking the tips of them with his tongue just to get to me.”

“Oh my!” Andi was giggling on the other end, which helped lighten my mood.

“Then he kept slapping things down. The meat. The cheese. The bread. Soooo much slapping, Andi. And every time he did it, I couldn’t help but imagine him spanking me as he took me from behind.”

“Shit. That’s hot.”

“It was. And then he put mustard on, and you know how sometimes air bubbles get stuck when you’re trying to get it out?”

“Yeah, it splatters everywhere.”

“Exactly! Well, it did that, and he made a comment about it being a squirter and that he didn’t mind messy. Then he continued to tell me how much he loves toeat.”

“Whew. Now you’re getting me all hot and bothered,” she said quietly. “No, I’m not talking about you. Get back towork.” Her voice was muffled with the last sentence, clearly not talking to me as she sounded like she was trying to cover the mouthpiece.

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