Santa’s Coming (High Five Novella #1)

Chapter 12 Presents From Santa

Tuesday, December 24th

Tonight was meant to be a journey into the unknown, and I must say, I’m hoping for an enchanting evening with Emily. Spending time with her is treat enough, but the thought of something more excites me. As the door swings open, revealing her in a red, satin bowling shirt and shorts, I feel a jolt of anticipation. Flannel or yoga pants might have been expected, but the sultry choice, the fabric clinging to her curves, sends a satisfying shiver through my veins. It’s chilly out, and she wouldn’t be flaunting those sexy, toned legs unless she wanted something more tonight. My mind pictures unwrapping her like the most enticing Christmas present.

With my Santa sack brimming with small gifts slung over my shoulder, I step into the house, silently hoping none of her neighbors caught a glimpse. It could either be mistaken for the cutest surprise or, more scandalously, that she ordered a certain type of entertainment. I chuckle inwardly at the potential mistletoe mischief.

Boots kicked off, I follow her to the couch, and the warmth of her home wraps around me like a scarf. Her living room is adorned with holiday cheer and a crackling fire. Her son is so lucky to have such a magical Christmas morning ahead.

Nodding toward the gift in my hand, I feel a buzz of excitement as she takes it from me. Emily nervously smiles, and I wink, encouraging her to open it. Nestled among tissue paper, a sprig of mistletoe waits, dangling like a promise of Yuletide kisses. Before she can react, I lean in, capturing her lips in a gentle, lingering kiss.

The warmth of the touch and the sweetness of the kiss weave a spell. As we pull away, a grin lights up my face. Her cheeks flush with surprise and delight. The promise of a night filled with passion, playfulness, and unforeseen delights hangs in the air, creating an atmosphere of excitement.

“You’ve been incredible, initiating this festive charade.” She smiles, sliding my Santa hat off and scooting closer to me on the couch.

“Anything to put a smile on your face,” I flirt, running my hands through my brown hair.

She rolls her eyes at the cheesiness of my remark and then says, “I’d like to get to know the man behind the red suit. I think I’ve seen you before …” She trails off, squeezing my thigh.

Contemplating her request as we sit, I admire her body and tease, “Let’s keep the fantasy going just a little bit longer. I have another present for you.”

Reaching into my bag of treats, I pull out a single-serving can of red wine and a plastic cup, pouring a couple of ounces before handing it to her.

Searching back in the Santa sack, I produce a travel-size bottle of lotion. She gives me a nervous look as I reach for her feet, placing them on my lap.

“One foot massage for Emily,” I growl, rubbing the lotion into my hands before running my thumb up her arch.

The holiday spirit is all about giving, and tonight, I aim to give her an unforgettable Christmas treat.