Page 33 of Blame It On the Secret Santa

Twenty-One

Cassidy

Iwoke up with a headacheand drool on the side of my mouth as I reached around to find my phone that was obnoxiously loud with the alarm I’d set going off. I had to work today, and I knew yesterday that I needed to set at least seven alarms to make sure I got there on time, thanks to Mom’s eggnog.

When I unlocked the screen to silence the alarm, I noticed a new text message from Sean. My memories of last night quickly flooded my brain, and panic consumed me as I rushed to read through the messages I’d sent, hoping it had been a dream—or more so, a nightmare. To be nice to Sean while under the influence of eggnog wasn’t something that should be allowed to happen. Sam should have confiscated my phone or something once he figured out who I was talking to. Talk aboutnotbeing a good brother.

My eyes widened in horror as I covered a hand over my mouth while reading them. Not only had I been nice to him, I had sent him a naughty picture of my legs spread and my sheer black panties.

When I got to the end of the thread, there was a video from Sean. I had asked him to jack off and send me a picture, but this wasn’t a picture. It was a video, and I didn’t have to guess what it was about.

My finger trembled slightly as I pressed the button to play it, making sure the volume was down. The last thing I needed was for one of my family members to think I was up watching porn at seven in the morning in my childhood bedroom.

The screen was dark but clear enough that I could see he was inside his car as he gripped his dick and stroked it. A heat started building between my thighs as I watched him jack off and come on his hand. I quickly exited out of the video and tucked my phone underneath my pillow as if that would protect me from what I’d just seen.

I got up and started gathering my stuff so I could go home and get ready for work. It was going to be beyond busy for the next few days until Christmas, which meant I would need extra caffeine to keep me going.

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By the time I got towork, I was twenty minutes late. I had called Bruce to let him know ahead of time, and thankfully, he wasn’t upset. I had to forfeit my stop at Sugarplum Lattes and settled on a few energy drinks I found in my fridge when packing my lunch for the day. I didn’t love them, but they got the job done.

I clocked in and looked at the schedule, frowning when I found that I was working in the back today. We had two trucks that had been unloaded this morning, and now my job was to spend the day organizing the inventory so the night crew could restock the shelves for tomorrow.

I pulled a hair tie out of my pocket and put my hair into a high ponytail, ready to get this over with. There was a lot to work through, so I planned to start with the toys since I knew they would be a top priority. If, for some reason, I wasn’t able to get everything put away before tonight, at least they could get those restocked before we opened tomorrow. It would save whoever was working in the toy department the hassle of constantly coming to the back to see if something was in stock or not.

By the time I made it back to the pallets of toys, I looked up and frowned again when I saw Sean.

“What are you doing back here?” I asked, my mood already sour.

“Working,” he replied casually with a glance at me before returning his focus to the pallet he was unloading.

“Why? I’m on the schedule for this today. Not you.”

“Bruce asked me to get started since you were running late.”

“Yeah, and now I’m here so you can go.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Why not?” I demanded with my hand planted firmly on my hip.

“Because I already got started and am in a groove. Plus, with both of us working back here, it’ll get done faster.”

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