Secret Santa 4U by Paisley Scott Page B

comes to people ’ s feelings. What can I do to make it up to you? You want me to make you dinner? ”
    “ Nah, ” he said, shaking his head as he walked toward the door. “ I think I ’ ll just head out now. Maybe ca tch a movie. I ’ ll see ya later . ”
    “ Please don ’ t be mad at me, Brody. I couldn ’ t stand that. ”
    Stepping across the threshold, h e turned and smiled at her. “ I ’ m not mad. I ’ ll try and stop by tomorrow if I get a chance. Maybe we can have lunch or something. ”
    She retu rned his smile. “ Okay. ”
    As soon as the door shut behind him, Sophie let her head drop forward. What had she done? Why did she always say the wrong thing to men? Young or old, she always screwed it up.
    Wandering over to the forgotten computer, she sat down and logged into the dating site. Since it gave her three free usernames, she opted to branch off her Libra r yLass moniker and try something more daring. What could it hurt?
    Two minutes late r HotLibrarian entered the chat room named “ 30-something . ”
    “ I ’ ll giv e it an hour, ” she mumbled and answered the obligatory room hellos.
    Soon, a newcomer entered the room. In the holiday spirit, he ’ d chosen the nickname,
    SecretSanta4U. Sophie had to smile as she sent him a greeting.
    HotLibrarian: Cute name, SecretSanta4U.
    S ecretSanta4U : T hanks . I gotta ask — how hot are you , HotLibrarian ?
    Sophie shook her head. Why did all the online chats have to go like this? Brody ’ s words about her being too conservative came back to her. She should take a chance. She was safe in her own ho me, after all. It ’ s not like she was in some bar meeting a stranger. Here, she could just log out if things got out of hand. Right?
    HotLibrarian : Too hot for you to handle, Santa.
    She hit the E nter key and sat back , feeling more than a little naughty. It f elt good to flirt like this. No holds barred. She ’ d never in a hundred years have the courage to do this sort of thing face to face.
    SecretSanta4U : You ’ d be surprised how much I can handle, babe. ;)
    Suddenly, a private message popped up on Sophie ’ s screen.
    SecretSanta4U : Wan na go private ? I gotta see how hot you really are .
    Before she even had a chance to reply, an invitation box beeped in the middle of her screen: SecretSanta4U has invited you to join the room Santa ’ s Workshop. Would you like to accept?
    Re ining in her practical side, she clicked the YES button.
    SecretSanta4U : Have you been a good girl or a bad girl this year?
    HotLibrarian : What do you think, Santa? Don ’ t you have a list?
    SecretSanta4U : You ’ re definitely on the naughty list .
    HotLibrarian: Oh goodness, what ’ s a bad girl to do?
    This was fun. She was really getting into it now.
    SecretSanta4U : It ’ s hot in here. Maybe you should take off your blouse ?
    HotLibrarian: Ooh, y ou ’ re smooth, Santa-baby.
    Sophie stared at the computer for a full 15 seconds. What was she supposed to do now? She ’ d never in her life done something so risqué . Ah hell, just take a chance, Soph! s he could almost hear Brody say. Maybe a little wine would help loosen her up. She headed to the kitchen.
    She brought a bottle of Chardon nay to the desk and took a sip from her glass before settling back into her chair. SecretSanta4U hadn ’ t said anything since she left. He was obviously leaving it up to her to make the next move. She took the plunge.
    HotLibrarian : I ’ m unbuttoning my blouse now. Oh yeah. That feels much better. The cool air washing across my skin. Mmm.
    SecretSanta4U : What are you wearing be neath your blouse?
    Sophie took another pull of her wine and actually undid her buttons. Might as well get into this.
    HotLibrarian: I ’ m wea ring a black, lac y bra , and in case you ’ re wondering, it ’ s a size 36-C. The tops of my light pink nipples are barely visible through the delicat e lace.
    There was a long silence on the other end. Sophie drained the rest of her glass