Page 32 of Clause & Effect
He has a reindeer named, Rudolph!
That’s a red flag!
That’s a major red flag!
As if Stetson can read my mind he smiles sensually at me and cocks his head to the side before rubbing his gorgeous beard.
“You look worried.”
“Rudolph.” The word comes out like verbal diarrhea. “You have a Rudolph and elves, it’s weird, Stetson.”
Stetson has the audacity to smile like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
“Would you like to meet Rudolph’s entourage then? To set you at ease?”
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Ilaugh because… wait, is he for real?
Obviously not.
Rudolph’s entourage? Hilarious.
That doesn’t even dignify a response.
“Sure.” I finally whisper, because hey, at this point what else am I supposed to do? I already signed. I’m already here. He kisses like a god, more reindeer? Why the hell not?
I think about Grace and her parting words.
I wonder if Stetson is going to turn out to be one of the greatest stories of my life. Like, will I tell my grandchildren about him? Will he be part of one of the crazy stories from my younger years fun? He’ll be the hot, crazy guy I had a one-night stand with and signed some strange contract to do it.
Or will I become reindeer food?
If he wants to introduce me to Rudolph’s entourage, I’m going to go out on a limb and say it’s a strong yes possibility.
“I’d love to meet his friends.”
Stetson laughs and grabs ahold of my hand and pulls me down another hall, down another flight of stairs and then suddenly we’re in a room— scratch that, we’re in a stable (on ayacht) and I really don’t have any words for what I’m witnessing here.
True to his word, Rudolph truly does have an entourage.
There are eight other reindeer besides Rudolph.
Eight. Which makes him nine. Nine reindeer.
On. A. Yacht. Make it make sense.
“Let me guess,” I turn to Stetson and smile in amusement. “Dasher, Dancer, Prancer and Vixen?”
I laugh as I say the words.
Honestly, I’m just praying right now that I’m wrong.
If he named his other reindeer after Santa…
“You’re good at this.” He says it with such dead calm certainty that at first, I think he’s kidding with me.
But then I look over at him and see that he’s dead serious and now I wonder what the hell sort of medication this guy must be on. It really is an Only Fans sex yacht.
