Page 21 of Santa's Baby
“Tiffany,” he says as I smooth my coat. “Sit down.”
“What’s the point if your mind is made up? Go on, strike me off. Sorry I saw your face, okay? I loved those fucking proposals.”
“THEN SIT DOWN!”
Holy shit, his voice booms out of nowhere, and the prickles shoot right up my arms.
I’d know that tone a mile off. It’s chided me when I’m a hissing bitch, cursing and wailing and protesting before I turn into a dirty little kink slut and suck it up.
I sit my butt back in the chair, but I don’t speak. He’s seized the power from me in a heartbeat.
“There is no doubt I should adhere to the requirements of the organisation, and refrain from selecting you as our entertainer for the founders’ gatherings, but…” Reuben pauses, and I’m fucking quivering, as though he’s about to dump me off a bridge. “I do have another account at The Agency. One for more personal use.”
“Personal use?”
Ah-ha. My eyes light up, because I get it. I’m as sharp as a knife sometimes.
The account Ella was talking about. The inactive client who reached out to her for the charity gig last Christmas…
Reuben leans forward again, reinforcing his stare.
“Assure me that you will stick to The Agency contract, though. Absolute discretion and client confidentiality at all costs.”
I don’t even have to think about it.
“Cross my heart and hope to die, so help me God.”
Santa’s stare cracks into a smile.
“Again, that’s a rather dramatic way of putting it.”
I smile back. “What did you expect? Pinky promise?” I can hardly believe my own nerve when I get to my feet and offer him my pinky. And fuck, how my pussy flutters when he actually offers his, our little fingers tugging together.
“There now,” I say, sitting my ass back down, “all sorted.”
It’s such a relief to feel Creamgirl back at the fore.
Reuben shakes his head. “You’re incorrigible,” he says.
I hold my head high. “Which is why you love me so much.”
He sits back in his chair and sighs. “I have business to attend to this evening, unfortunately, but make sure to keep an eye on your inbox. You may have a proposal coming in soon.”
“Ah, ok. Cool. You’d better get your proposal in pretty quick though, because my schedule is kinda busy, you know.”
“Yes, I do know.” He smirks. “You’re off to play with a couple of guys tomorrow evening, aren’t you?”
Fuck, he really has been snooping.
I tap my nose. “That’s none of your business. Client confidentiality.”
He likes the way I poke my tongue out, I see it in his eyes, and fucking phew for that.
“I guess I’ll leave you to it, User Unknown,” I say, getting to my feet. “Catch you later. I’ll be checking my inbox.”
“I hope so.”
He raises a hand as I wave him goodbye, and I get out of there, despite his offer to walk me down. I tell him I’ll follow the exit signs. Easy peasy lemon squeezy. Truth is, I think I’d fucking combust from just walking by his side.