It’s Thursday and time to take a walk down memory lane again and to take a taste of a piece I have out from times past. It’s getting closer to the holidays and so I just couldn’t help myself. See what you think about a sexy holiday piece I wrote last year.
I absolutely love the holidays. I was one of the original kids at Christmas who wanted to believe in Santa Clause for a very long time. My mother was a doll and while we didn’t have a lot of money growing up she always made everything so special. From buying and hiding gifts until “Santa” brought them to making cookies with me and making the moment we decorated the tree a festive event with Christmas sweaters and special ornaments and candy canes – it was wonderful. I lost her when I was twenty-five and I adopted so many of her attitudes about the holidays. I only have furry children but I can tell you they’re spoiled to death and I don’t mind one bit!
I also think that a lot of people enjoy being someone different at the holidays – you know coming out of their Scrooge like attitudes. It’s almost like they allow themselves to be someone they always wanted to be if only for a short period of time. One of my favorite holiday movies is the modern version of Scrooge called Scrooged with Bill Murray. For any of you who haven’t seen the production it’s funny and heartwarming and the first movie I watch of the season. Why? I think because sometimes we all hide behind masks for so many reasons and when we break free of them it’s not only a blessing but sometimes a miracle.
Penning St. Nick’s Night of Xstasy was fun. Yes, it’s an erotic romance but it also has a bit of meaning. Our heroine truly believes her boss is a jerk and hates him. But of course he has another side to him and when she finds out… Let’s just say she’s more than intrigued. Add in the fact there’s another man involved and you have a fantasy in the making for one special lady. This came out last year but by far is one of my favorite pieces and I so hope you enjoy a walk down memory lane.
ST NICKS NIGHT OF XTASY
Sabrina Spencer hated her job as a PR Executive for Troubled Waters, a ruthless acquisitions firm that took over companies on the verge of bankruptcy. It didn’t matter that her boss, sexy Nick St. Peter, was her dark fantasy. She considered him the enemy and the ultimate scrooge. Responsible for her mother’s caretaking, Sabrina had no other employment options. Forced to have dinner with the boss one snowy evening, she couldn’t remember any of the details the next day except that after too many drinks, she thought she told him about her kinky desires to be dominated. Mortified, she could barely face him the night of the holiday party.
No-one knew that Nick and the corporation’s attorney, Cord Jenson, were involved. They had everything in life that money could buy yet neither man was happy. They craved a third, the woman of their dreams and both were determined to win her heart. On the night of the party, a man in a Santa suit gave out scores of presents to the employees and a secret invitation to a scandalous erotic club to the woman Cord and Nick adored. Finally succumbing, Sabrina enjoyed a night of passion and complete domination at the hands of two men while secrets in every dark corner threatened to nearly destroy them. Shaken, Sabrina was unsure she could completely submit until a naughty elf came to the rescue.
“Holy fuck indeed. Whatever is in that drink, I need it. I think you almost had a full-blown orgasm there, girl! I know I’m hot as Hades,” Tyler hissed and wiped a single bead of perspiration from her brow.
“I can’t believe I did that. I can’t believe it! Shit, what’s wrong with me?” Sabrina eyed the room grateful Nick hadn’t arrived yet. Perhaps she could slink away into the far reaches of hell before he got there. What had she fucking told him? And then again, why the hell had he asked her those kinds of questions?
“You mean why you are having a snazzy little thought about one gorgeous blond hunk and just how wicked the two of you could be in bed? You have to be kidding me.” Tyler teased.
“No. Not that.” Sabrina stumbled to get off the barstool.
“You okay, girl?”
“Just need to freshen up.” And get a freaking cat-scan. “Be right back.” She grabbed her purse and trotted toward the bathroom, head down knowing everyone in the company could read her mind. She forced her way past her co-workers and threw herself into the oversized ladies room.
Longing to be able to lock the door for solace, she gazed at the bank of ten or so stalls, and grimaced. The party had to have cost a fortune. Nick always pulled out all the stops at the holidays, but this was way over the top. Too bad he was such a jerk the rest of the year. He kept to himself. No one knew who he was dating or if he’d ever been married. Hell, other than the social papers who spoke of his luxuries, he could’ve been a front at the company for all she knew about him. Going to get coal this year, little boy. The naughty thought made her giggle.
Setting her purse down she turned on the water, her hands shaking violently, and dabbled cool water over her shimmering cheeks. Okay, so she needed to get laid, but this behavior was ridiculous. Sabrina gripped the counter and stared at her reflection. At thirty-nine, the big birthday was right around the corner, on Valentine’s Day nonetheless, and she could hear the words of her mother admonishing her for not being married…yet.
She loved her mother, took care of her mother, cleaned up after her mother every day refusing to put her into any kind of a home and yet Sabrina hated that the old woman nagged her about getting re-married. Sabrina had been there, done that, and got way more than an ugly tee shirt as a parting gift. She refused to dip into those waters again. Worse than that, Sabrina had to have her job because the salary was so damn good and in the current state of the economy, she’d be forced to move to a larger city and damn well couldn’t handle caring for her mother if she worked at the kind of places most of her friends did. Sabrina was stuck and she knew it.
She sighed and blotted her face dry. Being childish wasn’t going to help. Still, she couldn’t figure out why Nick had invited her to dinner when he’d only said hello to her causally in the hall or interacted with her mainly at staff meetings. No matter, after last night’s performance, she just might be getting a pink slip for a Christmas present.
Decidedly calmer, she re-applied her hot pink lipstick and puckered her lips. The slinky fuchsia dress hugged her more than voluptuous curves in all the right places, complimenting her long locks and her hazel eyes. Thank God for Loreal hair color or her hair would match her eyes. Dead ass boring.
The thought forced a chuckle.
Hearing the hoops and squeals outside the lounge reminded her why she was all dressed up. “It’s a holiday party after all. Time for foolishness, right?” Okay, so she’d done that to herself the night before. Perhaps Nick had been too drunk to remember.
Grabbing her purse she inched toward the door, steeling her nerves. Time to face the music so to speak. Opening the door, she caught a glimpse of a large man dressed in fluffy red and white and cringed. “Don’t tell me that they hired a Santa Clause on top of everything else.” As she entered the oversized room, much to her chagrin, she realized she was right.
Tyler was motioning to her from her perch, grinning like a damn schoolgirl. Sabrina slunk around the opposite side of the bar as she stole quick glances at the decently costumed Santa, complete with belly and real enough looking white beard. But it was the really huge, red velvet sack that caught her attention. Doling out gifts, the man was ‘ho-hoing’ far too often.
“You got something against Santa, too?” Tyler laughed and whooped when the next present was given out.
“Jesus Christ! We’re going to have to start calling you scrooge.” Tyler kicked her hard.
“Wait a minute, what did we get last year?”
Tyler shrugged and turned her attention back to the jolly elf. “Who cares? This is a party! Get it in gear, girl or I’ll take you out back and flog you in the snow.”
“I remember exactly because all the girls got the same thing. One gift card to Victoria’s Secret, one gift card to Bath and Body Works and oh yes…one twelve ounce box of chocolates. That was some Christmas bonus. And you ought to remember since you’re the Accounting Manager!” Granted, Sabrina knew her words sounded ungrateful and she really wasn’t that kind of girl. Perhaps it was the fact she was overdue on a couple of bills that was killing her. Thank God no one was listening.
“Fuddy Duddy is my new name for you,” Tyler said, leaning in.
“Is that Nick behind that beard?”
Tyler grinned. “It’s Santa. Don’t you believe?”
“Not since I was four.” Tossing her hair behind her back she grabbed the freshly made drink placed in front of her and took a long sip. The night would be over soon enough. She’d stay through the presents and the beef carving, wish everyone well and leave in the middle of the snowstorm. “Perfect.”
“Oh…my…God!” The older woman squealed. Martha was their well-loved receptionist and had been with Nick’s father for twenty years before Nick took over as CEO and President.
“What the heck did she get?” Tyler craned to see the contents of the silver bag. “Come on, grab your drink and let’s go.” She gripped Sabrina’s wrist and yanked her off the stool, pulling her into the melee.
As Martha held up a necklace that had to be white gold, the stunning piece sparkled with diamonds and rubies. Sabrina felt light headed. “He isn’t giving her what I think he is.”
Tyler squealed. “He is, girl. Look at Bart! Now that man is a happy camper.”
Sabrina gazed at the heavy-set man who was grinning from ear to ear. “Is that a Rolex?”
“None other. I’d recognize those markings anywhere.”
“I don’t believe this. Is Nick out of his mind?”
Tyler gave her an admonishing look. “First you hate that Nick is a Grinch and now you hate him for giving expensive gifts. What is with you?”
“It’s one thing to be nice, but this is nuts.” Sabrina grimaced as the screeching got louder with each beautifully decorated gift opened.
One by one the presents were dazzling and expensive and included an all expenses paid vacation to the Bahamas, a musician’s summer camp for Judy’s autistic son, a semester of college paid for Trudy’s girl. Sabrina realized she was thinking about the movie, It’s a Wonderful Life, and flinched. Did the guy have a soul or did some flunky do this for him? “Did you know about this?”
“No. I can tell you that or I would have groaned. These had to have come from his private account. No matter what you think, Nick St. Peter is fiscally responsible.” Tyler grinned. “Nice guy, eh?”
“Something’s up. We’re all getting fired.”
Tyler slapped her arm. “I mean it, shut up!”
Sabrina ended up sliding back toward the bar, hovering near to the back wall as she eyed the insanity of the moment. She had to admit, the guy had…something. She was just fearful there was indeed another shoe. Nursing her drink, she felt shivers dance down her spine every time someone opened up a gift.
As Santa glided through the crowd, walking dangerously closer to her, her blood pressure rose. Santa began to steal quick glances in her direction. And then again, so did Cord, who followed closely behind the mysterious gift giver. Sabrina licked her lips and wished to be anywhere else.
“Ho, ho, ho little lady. What can Santa bring you today?” His eyes sparkled as he stood in front of her in all his dazzling glory.
What do you think? In the holiday spirit yet?