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“Tell me about it. I could never get away with wearing that. Is that why you wanted me to do it, so you didn’t have to be the unlucky one to wear it?”

“Yes, but at least you got the attention of the big boss.”

“Tell me about it. Although, I’m not sure for how long. Didn’t you say he’s not from around here and he works on one company and moves onto the next?”

“Yes, but who cares? Aren’t you sick of living here in this small town, anyway?”

“I’m not going to run off with the man. He thinks I’m hot, nothing more.”

“We’ll see.”

I leave her and head into the shower area, changing out of my clothes and rinsing off the sweat and grime of the day off me. The little kids were eager to hug me as well as Santa. As cute as it was, several of them were sniffling with their noses running.

Once I feel clean, I dry off and put on the clothes I came in with. Looking down at my outfit, I’m slightly disappointed in what I chose because it’s pretty plain compared to the killer suit he had on this morning when he stormed toward me and crushed his mouth to mine.

I put on some makeup and brush my hair into a ponytail to hopefully not look too bad when I head up to his office on the second floor. Nervously, I make my way to his office and see Dennis just leaving. “Good, he was getting anxious waiting for you. I told him it might take you longer to get ready. Sorry. He’s not normally like this.”

“Well, that’s good to know.” I’m glad he’s not hunting down women like this.

“Good luck.”

“Thanks.”

I knock on the door, but Dennis says, “Just go in.”

I nod as he walks off. Taking a deep breath, I turn the knob and walk in. “There you are,” Trent says with a deep growl from behind his desk.

Chapter Five

Trent

“Come sit on Santa’s lap, Lola,” I commanded. I might have lost the Santa suit, but I still have the hat. We both showered in the mall locker rooms, and then I went up to my office to calm the fuck down before I flipped her over the bench in the setup room and drilled her for everyone to see that she belongs to me.

All the other employees went about their business as the mall filled with customers for the last two days before Christmas. It’s a super busy time, and I might be needed, but what I need right now is her.

“We’re in the middle of your office, Mr. Nicholas,” Lola says.

“I don’t give a fuck. Come here right now before I take you over my knee and spank you for being a naughty girl.”

“I thought I was a pretty good girl.” She gives me the sexiest pout, and I want her so badly that I can’t breathe. I loosened the buttons on my shirt, not even having bothered putting on my tie, which was smart.

“You’re not following orders. I’d say that’s being a bad girl.” She slowly moves around my desk and then sits down on my lap. “Very good.” My hand slides up her throat and into her hair. “I’m going to kiss you like I’ve wanted to do all day. One taste will never be enough.”

“Please,” she pleads.

My mouth closes on hers, and she immediately surrenders, moaning and parting her lips to give me space to delve my tongue inside. Our kiss is slow and passionate, heads turning back and forth as we move for more, tongues mating.

I pull my lips away from her mouth to slide them down her silky throat, kissing her pulse, nipping at that rapidly beating artery as it picks up speed with every second that passes between us. As much as I want to fuck her right on this desk and fill her with my kids, I won’t let our first time be in the middle of a damn mall when we could be rushed or interrupted.

Her phone rings just as I slide my hand under her top, squeezing her ample breast. “Don’t answer it.”

She doesn’t reach for the device like a good girl, but the piece of shit thing won’t stop ringing. “Son of a bitch,” I snarl.

I snatch it from her back pocket and find it’s that asshole from earlier. Messaging her like crazy. Hey, are you okay?

Is that guy harassing you?

I could call the cops.

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