Page 23 of Santa Daddies

Everyone laughed and Little Red turned a pretty shade of pink. A shade I remembered looked devastatingly delicious on her ass.

“I don’t think you ladies should worry about Emily,” My eyes landed on hers as her name slipped past my lips. It was a pretty name, but Little Red suited her so much better. “She went right to the tippy-top of the nice list after I was done with her. Besides, I’ve hung up my Santa hat for the wedding. I’m wearing the Best Man bowtie now.”

“And I bet you look just as hot in it,” someone said with a catcall.

“Alright.” I held my hands out. “I’m getting out of here before things get wild. But your menfolk are still scheduled to arrive in the morning. I came early to make sure everything was going according to plan, but I’m not sticking around to supervise you tonight. I’m staying in the main chalet.”

“Oh, don’t go, Kristoffer,” Charlotte said, and stood. “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you for so long. Can’t you just stay and eat with us?”

“I promise you’ll be sick of me soon enough, but this is your night to enjoy yourselves.”

“Okay well at least take some food.” Charlotte turned to get me a plate, but Emily had already made one up. “Oh good, thank you, Emily.”

“The brie is triple-creamed,” Emily said, and shoved the plate into my hand despite my protest.

“Thank you, ladies. I’ll enjoy this while I finish up some work I have, so I can spend the rest of the week keeping an eye on all of you.” I narrowed my eyes on them, and they all giggled.

“Oh, and don’t forget, the spa is booked for tomorrow from 8 am to noon. It’ll be just you as it’s closed to other guests until the afternoon. Us boys will meet you for lunch at the big chalet. We’ve got some free time scheduled after, but I highly recommend ice skating on the lake, it’s crystal-clear and breathtaking. The front desk can arrange ice skates for you. But at eight o’clock tomorrow evening, we’re heading to the Christmas festival downtown via horse-drawn sleighs. There’ll be an evening market, tree lighting, caroling, an ice sculpture contest, and a lot more. Even a boozy hot chocolate booth.”

“You’re the perfect man, Kristoffer Larson,” one of the women said in a breathy voice.

“Are you single?” someone yelled, and I couldn’t help but glance at Little Red who remained silent.

“Horse-drawn sleighs and a Christmas festival? Happy sigh,” another one said.

The women gushed and chatted while Madeline, the matron of honor, assured me they were all set and that everything was beyond perfect.

I knew she was the matron of honor because she had introduced herself after the show when she paid us. She was also the one who had booked us eight months prior. And the one who took responsibility for every single guest, waiting as each of them was picked up.

Except for Little Red. And the only reason she didn’t wait for her was because the bride was so drunk, she needed a full escort home, and Little Red lived in the opposite direction. Little Red refused to go on a round trip just so Madeline wouldn’t worry. So, I’d told Mrs. Worrywort I’d keep an eye on her and promised Madeline on my life, I’d make sure Little Red made it home.

I just hadn’t mentioned I was taking her tomyhome. Not that it was a plan until after Madeline had shoved the inebriated bride headfirst into their Uber and I was left alone with the petite sexy redhead.

And I now know she’s the same Madeline that David had mentioned a million times. She was David’s older sister. A force to be reckoned with, thanks to the death of their parents when she was only 24 and David was 22. Their younger sister had only been 10 at the time and Madeline and her husband took her in and raised her while David was in school.

“So be honest, Kristoffer, are you spying on us for David?” Charlotte asked.

“Definitely not,” I said with a sly grin.

“How was the bachelor party?”

I shook a finger at her. “Now if I told you that, I’d also have to tell David how the bachelorette party went. And we wouldn’t want him knowing you sat on my knee and told me what you wanted for Christmas.” My brow rose and she pressed her lips, her cheeks reddening.

“Right. Never mind,” she said, sounding embarrassed. “How on earth did we not know David’s best friend owned Sexy Santa Inc?”

I grinned and everyone else laughed. And then when no one seemed to be paying me any attention, I snuck a look back at Little Red. I didn’t want to single her out, but I had the urge to be near her, to talk to her. I also didn’t want to crash their party. So instead, I waited to catch her eye, and winked at her.

“All right, ladies, I’m going to let you get back to your party. Behave though, I’d hate to have to call Santa and tell him you were naughty.”

“And we know what Santa will do, don’t we Emily?” someone teased.

The bride’s mother, a lady who looked to be about sixty, put her hand up. “I think I’d like to go over Santa’s lap!” All the ladies laughed.

I shook my head. “All right, let’s behave, now. The bachelorette party was last week.”

“I’m sorry I missed it now,” Charlotte’s mom said.

I groaned inwardly. I wasn’t supposed to ever see the ladies from one of my shows again, so this was a bit awkward.