Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 49005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Even though the tunics are more loosely cut than the leggings, they still show off the men’s broad shoulders and strong arms. I’m already having trouble peeling my eyes away and back to the task at hand, when Felix lifts the bottom of his tunic to adjust the waistband of the leggings, and my eyes nearly fall out of my head.
It turns out his festive tunic has been hiding the fact that Felix is hung like a horse! I try not to stare at his bulge, but the way the thick, constrained shape curves straight to the left is fascinating, and I’m pretty sure I can make out the head of his beast, though the candy cane pattern tries to conceal it. The size of the man’s equipment doesn’t seem real.
Nick shakes his head at Felix. “Dude, you need to wear a cup.”
“Don’t get your panties in a twist,” Felix growls. “I’ll keep it covered.” He straightens his tunic back into place, but not before catching me getting an eyeful. “Like what you see, darling?”
Chapter 5
I probably couldn’t speak if I wanted to, and I definitely don’t want to. Thank god for the heavy layer of blush I put on, because my cheeks are on fire. Other parts of me are pretty hot, too.
Good lord. It’s not the kind of thing I’ll be able to get out of my mind anytime soon, and I can’t help but wonder if Jasper is as gifted as his brother.
Thankfully, Nick chooses to ignore how flustered I am and asks me a couple of questions about the Santa pictures that help me get my brain back online. In no time at all, Lisa is back, telling us we’re about to open for business.
Christmas music starts to play from an unseen speaker, and Rudy arrives in his red costume, greeting everyone with a hearty, “Ho ho ho!”
A line of people has already formed, which I hadn’t noticed with three sexy elves distracting me. Santa Rudy settles into his chair, and I get in position with the tablet. Rudy is waving to children and their parents, but when he spots me, he gives me a special wave, and I can tell he’s smiling big, even though his mouth is hidden beneath a thick white beard and mustache.
It takes a little while to get into the groove, figuring out the best spot to stand, and the right time to capture the best images, but soon, things are running smoothly, and we do a pretty good job of keeping up with the line.
Nick greets people, I take the pictures, and Felix and Jasper man the printer, frame the pictures, and collect donations. Lisa hovers nearby at first, but once she sees that we have the hang of things, she tells us she needs to get over to the shelter, and that she’ll come back to shut the picture line down at four o’clock.
“There are snacks for you hidden under the table. Call me if you need anything,” she says right before making her exit.
Lisa was right in predicting that people would bring their pets as well as children for the pictures, and it’s hard to decide who’s cuter. There are little girls and boys dressed in their holiday best, and dogs and even cats in holiday sweaters and Santa hats.
“Hey, look at us. We match,” Nick calls to me as he crouches to pose next to a cat who’s surprisingly chill about wearing an elf hat that is very similar to Nick’s.
“Is that you, Dr. Frost?” the cat’s owner asks.
“It’s me,” Nick says, sounding delighted, then lowering his voice to a whisper. “And don’t tell Sprinkles, but Santa is the other Dr. Frost.”
As the day goes on, several more people recognize Nick, and all of them sound like they like and respect him and Rudy, which doesn’t surprise me.
After a visit from an enthusiastic pair of golden retrievers, I notice that Rudy’s fake beard is askew. Nick asks the people who are next in line to wait, and I approach the chair, gesturing with my hands, as I whisper, “Your beard, Santa.”
He tries to fix it, but when he doesn’t quite get it right, I help, my fingers brushing the sides of his cheeks as I put things straight. His beautiful smiling eyes are on mine the entire time, and I have the wild urge to climb into his lap myself, despite all the kids and pets who are waiting.
“Thank you kindly, Mrs. Claus.” His voice is so ruggedly male, and there’s a twinkle in his eye that’s much more flirtatious than the one described in “'Twas the Night Before Christmas.”
I hold the ends of my apron and give him a curtsy. “You’re welcome, Santa.”
When I turn back to face the line, Nick gives me a wink, and my heart flutters. “I can take pictures for a while,” he says. “Do you want to go have a snack?”