Page 38 of Clause & Effect
“I guess,” he shrugs and doesn’t act like he thinks it’s insane at all.
“So the clause I signed… this is what it’s all about?” I ask.
“Yes,” he nods, then, “and there are other things.”
I sit back down in my seat and prepare myself for what other things he could possibly tell me that will outdo the fact he believes he’s Santa Claus. Yes, everything he knows about me is definitely suspect, but I still don’t know if I’m fully on board yet.
I haven’t run for the hills because I’m so damn drawn to him. Like a magnet. From the moment I saw him fight the polar bear. Speaking of…
“Before you tell me about the other things. How did you stop that polar bear?” I ask.
“During these months I can communicate with animals as well. It’s another one of the perks.” He tells me.
“So Santa has superpowers?” I continue on like this is a normal conversation, like I’m not seconds away from passing out and to his credit he’s treating it like one too.
“Yes,” he nods. “I guess you can call them that.”
“What else can you do?” I wonder.
His eyes get all hooded and seductive as they sweep over me
“Lots of things.”
Heat.
Everywhere. Just from that look of his.
“Do you want to know what the rest of the clause is about?”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Do I?
If it’s about what I think it’s about, then yes. A thousand times yes.
“I’m waiting with bated breath,” I say.
If possible, his eyes become even more slumberous, and he’s watching me like he wants to do all sorts of naughty things with me. My body flushes. He knows he’s got me all hot and bothered. Like any alpha apex predator, he likes this power.
And yeah, gotta admit, it’s kind of hot.
No. Scratch that. It’s really hot.
He gives me a little smile and shakes his head.
“Those things—the ones I’d like to do with you and for you—I prefer to just show you,” he says.
My heart stops and it’s nearly impossible for me to keep his gaze.
“Then what are the ‘other things’ you’re talking about?” I ask softly.
He turns away from me and looks out on the horizon, studying it for a long while before he responds.
“It’s complicated.”
Oh no.
“Is this where you tell me you’re in a relationship?” I ask in dread. Maybe that’s what the clause is about—a secret affair. One night only. His wife would never find out. I think I’m going to be sick and want off the reservation stat if this is the case.
