Page 12 of On Santa's Lap

“I’m thinking you have a crush on Santa.”

She winks at me with a giggle. “Yeah, you got me there. Red is really your color.”

I let her change in my office bathroom while I change in my office and then clean up my desk a little. Fuck, I’m hard again just looking at the damn thing. It’s only supposed to be a temporary office, but at least this bad boy will be coming with me when I move onto the next project.

Chapter Six

Lola

I sit in the back of the SUV while a big buff older man drives and doesn’t say a word. It’s a bit unsettling how calm and quiet he is, but I guess I’m used to the chaos around me at my job. Or maybe it’s the fact that I’m sitting next the only man I let get close to me and I want to climb into his lap again.

“So, when you’re not volunteering to be my wife and babysitting for assholes, what do you do with your time?”

“I’m actually in my final year in college. I’ll have a degree in child development to become a grade school teacher.”

“That’s great.” He looks like it’s not such a great idea, but I don’t say anything about it because the man is rich and being a teacher probably doesn’t pay enough even to meet his standards.

“Do you have a school you’d like to teach at? A city you plan to live in while you teach?”

“No. I haven’t figured that out yet. I have until May before I graduate, but I figured it would either be here or in the city.” He nods and then smiles.

“What are we doing for Christmas?”

“We? I was supposed to go to my parents.”

“Do you think they won’t want to meet their future son-in-law?”

“I think we’re moving fast, and they’re going to be questioning it.”

“That’s fine because I’m not going anywhere, so they can grill me all they want, but I don’t want to miss out on our first holiday together.”

A smile spreads over my face. “Okay.”

“Good.” He kisses the back of my hand and takes it into his, holding it until we arrive at his apartment.

“Son of a bitch,” he blurts out.

Standing in front of the enormous building is a woman dressed in the finest, expensive clothes. Everything about her screams wealth, but that’s not what’s silently screaming at me. It’s the tension rolling off Trent.

“My mother’s here.”

“Oh.”

“It will be fine.”

He steps out first and then takes my hand in his, helping me out. Before he can even introduce us, she throws her arms around me and squeals, “About time.”

“Mother.”

She releases her hold on me only to stare at her son with an icy glare that he must have adopted. “Don’t you mother me, Trenton. I’ve been waiting for you to find a woman finally, and you just went and scooped her up. I might actually have to believe in Santa after all these years because this is one Christmas miracle.”

“So tell me all about you, my dear.”

“Mother, we were just about to have dinner.”

“Good, I’m starving. After I saw the news, I just couldn’t wait to get over here and meet this precious thing. Can I say just how adorable you both look as Santa and Mrs. Claus? Too perfect.”

“Okay. Let’s take this to the condo.” We head upstairs, and she’s clinging to me, asking every basic question in the world, while Trent looks on with a grumpy huff, arms crossed, and it’s totally sexy. I want to throw my arms around him and kiss away the frown. Although nothing but his mother leaving and quitting monopolizing my time will please him.

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