Tied Up With Tinsel: Dirty Sons Of Santa, #2

By Astrid Eliasen

She's a present that he can't wait to unwrap.

 

A case of mistaken identity and a very sexy candy cane striped thong put Ben in a tough spot. He shouldn't have kissed the manager of Pine View Mall's Santa program. She's his employee. But when he walked in on her nearly naked, tied up, and waiting for him like a Christmas present, he'd thought years of fantasies had finally come true.

He was wrong.

Stuck working by her side day after day, will he be able to convince her to trust him with her secret desire, or will he be forced to go home and resign himself to life without her?

 

This short workplace romance is sweet and extra spicy with a touch of magic. It's sure to heat up a cold winter's night.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Astrid Eliasen
• Release date: Dec 16, 2018
• ISBN: 9781393956105

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Tied Up With Tinsel

Dirty Sons Of Santa #2

Astrid Eliasen

Copyright © 2018 by Astrid Eliasen

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No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law.

The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred.

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Ben

Ben drummed his fingers on the dashboard of the cherry red sleigh. The metallic twang echoed through the cool night air. Why did it have to take so long to get to Pine View Mall? It had only taken him twenty minutes to figure out how he was going to fire the guy, but now he had to sit there dreading it until he arrived.

He’d never fired anyone before, but as the manager of what he and his brothers had deemed ‘the contract crew’, the group of actors hired to play Santa at events worldwide; he’d have to get used to it. Thanksgiving to Christmas was their busy season and inevitably this wouldn’t be the only person who didn’t make the cut. In prior years, his dad had handled the firing. Since his dad had passed, it was all on his shoulders this year.

He wished that he didn’t have to rush into this. But Pine View Mall’s Santa season started tomorrow, so he had to fire this guy at the start of the season party tonight. It would leave the smokin’ hot manager, Madison, in a bind, but there was nothing he could do about that. Based on the man’s performance reviews, Madison had been smart to hire back the Santa from the prior year. But now that he was on the naughty list, he lost the privilege of sitting in the big chair.

The only upside of this visit was that he’d catch Madison at the party.

There were too many reasons it wouldn’t work between them. So he was stuck stealing glances, memorizing the sound of her voice, the smell of her hair. The soft, glossy wetness of her lips had fueled his fantasies for a year, and tonight he’d be able to add to the repertoire.

She’d taken over the Christmas program at the Pine View Mall a few years before. His dad had sent him down to supervise the transition. He needn’t of bothered. Madison was as smart as she was beautiful. She ran the department better than any of her predecessors. Despite her young age, she could command a room.

He’d gone back every year, adding Pine View as a permanent fixture in his random annual inspections just to see her again. He hoped at some point she would see him as something more than the corporate boss that came in a couple times a year to check on operations.

That was stupid. They could never be together, not because he was magic, the son of Santa, but because of his appetites. His desires in the bedroom would be too much for the innocent young lady who loved Christmas more than anything in the world. Still, he kept dreaming, tormenting himself with something he could never have.

After landing the sleigh on the mall roof, he made sure the reindeer were fine and closed his eyes. He pictured the boring industrial back office the Santa program used. With a wiggle of his nose, he teleported there. Since everyone was at the party, it would be empty, so, appearing out of thin air wouldn’t be a problem. Opening his eyes, he found that he had made a grievously incorrect assumption.

Madison was alone in the office but she wasn’t dressed for work or even a party. He might not have recognized her except for the little holly tattoo on her left hip that stood out stark against her pale skin. He’d seen it once when she bent over to pick up a fallen Santa hat, but this was a whole different view.

The art was simple, but the image felt like fate. She’d