Page 17 of Sexted By Santa
“Easy my ass,” I muttered.
I could stand at the front of a lecture hall with more than one hundred pairs of eyes fixed on me. I could give a Marketing 101 presentation in my sleep. But no one expected me to be cheery. I might be okay with public speaking, but an actor I was not.
Fynn used to joke that I was so bad at faking anything that he knew the moment I fell in love with him. He loved how easy I was to read then. When I was honest about his annoying habits? He found it less charming.
“Why do you have my phone?” I crossed to the desk to reach for it.
Barry held it out of my reach. “Don’t be mad.”
“Oh, what now? If you’ve been texting freaking Zayden under my name—“
“Nothing like that. I just heard one of my students talking about this new hookup app that’s regional. I installed it and set up a profile for you. You need to find a date.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Grindr works just fine.”
“Just give it a try. I’ve heard it has better filters. Besides, it might give you a different pool of guys to check out.”
“Just give me the phone. I can find my own date.”
“Have you?” he challenged.
“Not yet. I’ve got time.”
“You can’t show up with some guy you’ve never met at that party. It’ll be painfully obvious.”
I snatched the phone from his hand and looked at the screen.
“Jesus Christ, Barry.SantaWantsYourChimney?”
Barry doubled over laughing. “I thought about doing SantaDaddy, but after Fynn, I figured a boy isn’t your style.”
I rolled my eyes so hard my head ached. Fynn and I hadnotengaged in any Daddy/boy play. But I suppose Fynn had behaved rather like a child at times.
“And this name is really going to attract better?”
“Maybe you’ll find someone with a sense of humor,” he said.
I scrolled through the profile, huffing.
Single gay Santa seeking a guy to ring in the holidays with some nice and naughty fun. I want more than just a hookup, but we can keep it seasonal. Mature men only please; Santa gets enough of boys on the job ;)
“This is ridiculous,” I said. “This profile tells them nothing but a fiction.”
Barry came around the desk to look over my shoulder. “It says you’re gay, you want some casual dating for the holidays, and you don’t want boys. That’s more than some profiles say.”
He had a point. Some guys were vague on the personal details. Some put DTF as their only description.
“No one is gonna go for this. There’s not even real pics.”
Therewas, in fact, a stylized graphic of a cartoon Santa Claus. That was almost worse than no picture at all. It screamed the message,I’m hiding my identity!
Barry shrugged. “So add some. Maybe have fun with that Santa costume.”
Yeah, that wasn’t happening. At my scowl, he laughed.
“Lighten up, Christian. You can change the name and profile. Just give it a shot, huh? Stop being such a hermit.”
“I’m not a hermit,” I grumbled. “I get out.”
