Page 20 of The Santa Rules
“You think so?”
“I do. I was a teenage boy once. He just needs to know that he’s loved and safe. Plus, he’s at that age where his friends mean more to him than anything else, so you might have that in your favor.”
“Look at you, finding the bright side. Maybe I’m rubbing off on you.”
I’d like to rub something on you.
“Hardy Williams, did you just make a dirty joke in your head?”
My jaw drops, a mix of shock and confusion on my face. “How did you?—”
“Your face is beet red, but the tips of your ears get red too when you’re really embarrassed or turned on.”
Why does it make my dick hard that she notices that?
“We should really figure out a schedule for when we plan to get together to work on this.”
“That’s a good idea.”
“And maybe…” I trail off, building the courage to ask for what I want.
Her eyes light up, bright and full of hope. “Maybe?
“Maybe, you could help me with the Santa stuff too?”
“Like a private tutor?” she asks, wiggling her eyebrows again.
“A Christmas coach?” I offer.
“Oh, I love that! And you’ll be my Santa student! My life may be a bit of a disaster, but if there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s teaching. And Christmas.”
“We should probably exchange numbers, then?” My palms feel sweaty as I run them along my thighs.
“That was really fucking smooth. Hardy’s got some game.”
“And we probably need to meet again, since we didn’t get much accomplished for the workshop today.”
She smiles, and my heart leaps in my chest at the thought of spending more time with this incredible woman.
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Bella
[picture of the hood of a car]
Hardy
What am I looking at?
Sorry, the snow kind of melted so it didn’t hold its shape. It’s supposed to be a penis
Why is there a penis on the hood of your car?
Isaac
I need more than that
That’s what she said
