Page 12 of Subbing For Santa

Did you enjoy your shower?

How does he know I was in the shower?

I look around the small space frantically, my eyes landing on the mirror as a frown pulls my brows down. Leaning forward, I press my long fingernail to the mirror to see if it’s really a mirror, or if it’s somehow double sided.

Can he see me? Are there cameras in here?

“Yes.” I mutter, realising I haven’t answered him. “It was nice to have hot water again.” My eyes stay fixed on my reflection as I speak, confusion keeping my frown in place.

“Are you pissed off at me, little elf?”

Why would he think that? My tone wasn’t snappy or anything, so my only conclusion is that he must be able to see me, or he’s psychic. I’m going to go with the former.

“That depends. If I say I am, will I get punished for it?”

“No, of course not.” He grunts. “I’ll only punish you if you lie. Or break the rules. Have you broken the rules, little elf?”

My brows shoot up at his question. Have I? I think back to O’Connor’s, and the story I told Shane and Ben. I hadn’t said I was subbing for Santa, so I feel like I’m safe.

“No, Santa. I haven’t broken the rules.”

“Good. Then why are you pissed off at me? Tell me why you’re frowning.”

Shit.

He can see me.

How the fuck can he see me? Surely, he’s just making assumptions. Maybe he’s good at reading people through their tone and stuff. That’s a thing, right?

To test the theory, I stick my middle finger up, flipping myself off in the mirror.

He chuckles.

“That would be a yes, then. You are definitely angry.”

I leap back from the mirror in shock, still not ready to accept that he can see me.

“Yes, I’m pissed off.” I snap as my eyes dart around the bathroom, looking for cameras.

“Why?”

“Because you know personal things about me, and I don’t know anything about you.”

“I guess that must be frustrating.” He sighs. “Fine, besides my identity. What would you like to know?”

“How about where you are right now?” I snap, glaring into the mirror again.

“I’m at my home. Sitting on my couch.”

Evasive as shit.

“Are you far from me?” I ask, glaring at my own naked reflection in the mirror.

“Further than I’d like.”

Ugh. He’s impossible. Yet sexy. How is his voice so sexy?

“Have we met before?” I ask.

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