Page 5 of Christmas D*ck

Chapter 3

My insistent co-workerdemanded we drink a shot of Fireball, and I succumbed to her request. Then, Santa ordered a beer, and we each got a glass of wine. While Kaci flirted with the bartender, I turned to go to our table.

Santa faced the exit. “We’re going this way,” he said over his shoulder.

I peered beyond him and into the foyer. All I could see was a bank of elevators and the doorway that led to the fire escape. I scrunched my nose in opposition. “What’s that way?”

“The elevator,” he said. “We’re going to the roof.”

I doubted verbally opposing him would go over well, so I offered no argument. Kaci was young and adventurous, making her lack of resistance come as no huge surprise.

“What are we going to do on the roof?” I asked.

He looked at me like I’d backed over his Harley. “If you’ve got to ask, you must not be as intelligent as I thought you were.”

I doubted he hoped to fuck me on the roof. Excluding that, I had no idea what he might have planned. With each step we took, the three shots of liquor pushed my courage closer to the surface.

We followed him to the elevator like lemmings parading to the edge of a cliff. He held the door and waved us inside as if it was a trip he’d made a thousand times in the past.

Kaci nestled in the corner behind him. I gave a thankful nod and stepped to his side. “Why’d you tattoo that stuff on your lip, anyway?”

He pressed the button to the sixteenth floor and glanced over his red felt shoulder. “I was young and dumb. It’s a definite regret. A good conversation piece, though.”

“What about the rest of them?” I scanned his tattooed forearms. “Any regrets?”

He shook his head. “Not one.”

As the elevator rose, my desire to tear off his clothes went right along with it. It could have been that I was confined in the elevator with him and forced to breathe his sexiness for sixteen floors. The glass and a half of wine and three shots of liquor may have been the culprit. Either way, during the elevator ride, the cognitive side of my brain went numb, leaving me with no ability to make sound decisions – and no desire to keep my mouth shut.

In short, it was on like Donkey Kong.

“What’s your name?” I dragged my eyes up and down his well-built frame. “We told you ours.”

“Dick,” he said flatly.

I cocked my hip and gave him a side-eyed look. “Your name’s Dick?”

“My name’s Richard.” He sipped his beer while he gave me the evil eye. “I go by Dick.”

My gaze dropped to his waist. “Is it appropriate?”

He lowered the bottle and swallowed. “Is it what?”

“Your name.” I raised my gaze to meet his. “Is it fitting?”

Kaci giggled.

The elevator doors opened. He turned to face me and rested his thumbs against the corners of his jeans’ pockets. “You want to know if I have a big dick?”

“Yep.” I took a gulp of wine. “That’s what I asked.”

Kaci giggled again.

“That’s not what you asked. You asked if my name was fitting.” He took a step toward me, bringing his mouth within kissing distance of mine. “You want to know if I’ve got a big dick, get a fistful of it and decide for yourself.”

A buzzer sounded, and the doors started to close. Without giving up his position, he wedged his left boot between the doors, causing them to open. He inched closer, pressing the lapel of his fur-lined coat against my chest.

“Well?” he growled.