Hey, Santa
An Alien for the Holidays story
By Jessica E. Subject
She doesn’t want a lot for Christmas…
Claire Otton dreads spending another holiday alone. When her best friend convinces her to approach the sexy mall Santa, she takes the chance and asks him out, hoping for so much more.
He’s waiting under the mistletoe…
Although Andreas Castellanos blends in on Earth, he knows he will never belong. But when the gorgeous woman he’d been staring at invites him to dinner, he has a hard time saying no.
All they’re asking for…
Can these two lonely souls find magic together or will their secrets steal their chance of a happy Christmas?
Hey, Santa
Copyright 2013 Jessica E Subject
Published by Jessica E. Subject
Copyright 2013 Cover Art by Mina Carter
ISBN: 978-0-99193-201-6
Editing and Formatting Services by Wizards in Publishing
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Hey, Santa
An Alien for the Holidays Story
By
Jessica E. Subject
Dedication
To my readers. May all of your holidays be special!
Chapter One
“You can’t be serious.” Claire mustered the dirtiest look possible for her best friend.
Tiffany held out her hands and air-squeezed the man’s firm rear end from a distance. “C’mon. Look at that ass.”
“Yes, but a Santa Claus? How do I know what he looks like under that suit and beard?” Imagining removing the white hair to find a wrinkled old man, she shuddered.
“Only one way to find out.” Smacking Claire’s butt, Tiffany urged her forward. “Go ask him.”
She planted her feet. Thank goodness she hadn’t worn heels for their marathon shopping trip two days before Christmas. “If you’re so interested, why don’t you?”
Tiffany rolled her eyes, sighing. “Because I’m engaged to be married to the love of my life. You’re the Grinch who needs to get laid.”
“I’m not a Grinch,” she snapped. Breathing deeply, she counted backwards from ten. “I’m sorry. This is a very stressful time of year for me.”
“I know.” Tiffany cupped her elbow. “I just want to see you happy at Christmas again. It doesn’t have to be a miserable holiday anymore. That’s part of the reason I dragged you with me today.”
She swallowed the lump in her throat, tears welling already. Please don’t let me turn into a blubbering mess in the middle of the mall. While she appreciated her friend’s concern, she coped better on her own. “I…I should go home. I can’t pretend it didn’t happen.”
“No, but you can’t stop living, either.” Wiping the tears with one of the many tissues she kept stuffed in her purse, Tiffany gave her a brief smile. “You don’t need to be alone anymore. Give someone a chance for goodness’ sake. Your parents and brother would want you to be happy. I want you to be happy.”
But happiness no longer existed in her world. Hadn’t since she’d arrived home for the Christmas holidays four years ago. No one came to pick her up at the airport. Instead, she’d taken a cab and been dropped off at a smoldering pile of rubble that used to be her family home. Her parents and younger brother had been asleep when an arsonist set fire to the attached garage. All dead. Her family never made it out. The young punk had been caught and sentenced to serve the rest of his life in prison, but she’d lost everything.
She bit her bottom lip to avoid crying again. Without them, she had very little support. The only person remaining in her life who gave two shits about her was Tiffany, and she’d be married in a few months. Moving on with her life.
Maybe that is what I need to do. But who wanted a damaged woman who’d dropped out of university? Surely, no one worth spending her life with.
“Please, Claire.” Tiffany rubbed her arm. “Will you ask him already? I saw him before he changed into the suit. He’s hot. And he has to be patient since he works with kids. If this doesn’t work, I’ll never get on your case again.”
“Fine,” she grumbled. A bad date has to be better than sitting at home by myself. “This is the last time. No more double dates or trying to set me up with a guy in any way.”
Tiffany held out her baby finger. “Pinky swear.”
After sealing the promise, Claire patted the puffy skin under her eyes. “Is my makeup running?”
“No, you look beautiful, as always.” Grabbing her shoulders, her friend spun her around. “Now, go get him before he’s swarmed by a bunch of kids. And hopefully, soon he’ll fill your stocking with all kinds of Christmas cheer.”
Her cheeks warmed. She wanted more than a night of fucking, though that wouldn’t hurt, either. But Santa? Really? What was she supposed to say? Hey, Santa, I saw you bending over, and I think you have a nice ass. Want to go out sometime?
Andreas blinked, trying to wrap his head around what the sexy woman in front of him had just asked. He’d stared at her miles of long legs showed off by black tights, and her full, glossy lips, but he never expected her to leave her friend and come over, let alone ask him on a date. The only women who ever approached him were already married and concerned about the results of their child’s picture with Santa Claus. Or, the single moms who thought he’d make a great baby daddy. Um, no.
“You want to go out on a date? With me?” he asked.
She nodded, her eyes glassy, as if about to cry if he said no. He would hate himself if that happened. But, her expression changed in an instant, her stare hard. “Forget I said anything.” She stepped back. “You’re looking a little green anyway.”
Green? Shit. He thought he’d perfected his appearance. Guess not. Yet, he refused to let the woman leave before he agreed to see her again.
“Wait! You haven’t gotten your candy cane yet. And to get one, you have to sit on my knee and tell me what you want for Christmas.” Anything to get her closer.
She grinned, his cock twitching from her wicked stare. And when she sat on his lap, her soft hair brushing against his cheek, he groaned. No other female specimen compared to her in sex appeal. He stared at her lusty curves, wanting to touch and lick, imagining her pouty lips around his cock. So much time had passed since his last sexual encounter. He yearned to taste her, fuck her until she screamed his name. But so many reasons left him treading carefully around women, least of all to get caught groping someone while on the job.
He feared the authorities looking into his background. One he didn’t have. At least not until five years ago.
“So, you really want to go out with me, not knowing what I look like? This isn’t some dare, is it?” He’d been through that, too, from a bunch of giggling young women. Thankfully, he hadn’t fallen into their trap. He wanted the woman in front of him to be serious.
“Well, you’re the most muscular Santa I’ve ever seen. And your suit is tight in all the right places.” She shifted on his knee. “As long as you’re not old enough to be my father, then yes, I really would like to go on a date with you.”
“Not even close, I hope. I’m twenty-eight.” He tried to ignore his desire to find a quiet corner for a quickie. Frickin’ libido rejected the idea of letting the woman out of his sight.
“Works for me.” Her hip rubbed against his cock. “So, how about dinner?”
“Yes,” he hissed, cha
nging his focus to imagine something fugly as a distraction, like the governor in drag maybe. In his bed. He had to get rid of his hard-on before some mother brought her kid over. With a shudder, he returned his attention to the woman on his lap. “When were you thinking?”
She faced the sign listing Santa’s hours. “You’re done at seven? How about nine? I’ll make reservations at Barnaby’s and meet you there.”
Barnaby’s? Not too chic, yet not a restaurant where he would run into more of the kids who sat on his knee all day. A much better place to get to know the woman in front of him. And maybe he’d have her for dessert.
A family lined up to see him, two screaming kids among them.
The woman on his knee rose. “I should go.”
“Wait.” He grabbed her wrist, but let go at the collective gasp from his elves.
Everyone in line stared. He cringed, waiting for her to slap him.
Shit. He had to save himself. “I don’t even know your name, how to get ahold of you if I’m going to be late.”
Sitting back down, she reached into her purse. Mace? He squeezed his eyes shut. Instead of spraying him, she rolled up his sleeve, pressing something against his skin. He dared to look, opening one eye at a time.
Claire Otton followed by her phone number. “If you get caught up, give me a call.” She stood again, facing him, her cheeks glowing. “Otherwise, I’ll see you at nine. And don’t make any plans for the rest of the evening, either.”
He swallowed the urge to follow her, take her into the closest storage closet or washroom. “Claire, you didn’t tell me what you want for Christmas.”
Leaning in close, she gave him a breathtaking view of her cleavage. “Stick around,” she whispered. “And you’ll find out.”
Shivers ran down his spine. Fuck, she knows how to send my dick into overdrive. But in an instant, she disappeared and one of his helpers placed a wailing kid on his lap.
Is it nine o’clock yet? Sneaking a look at the kiddie-pool-sized clock on the wall, he groaned. Fuck, only four.
Chapter Two
Claire smoothed her dress across her lap. The short hemline didn’t come close to reaching her knees, or barely her butt for that matter. Though a festive red color, the dress’s plunging neckline revealed even more skin. She shivered in her chair, ready to ask for her coat back. Why did she have to buy the shortest dress possible?
Like she needed it anyway, with her date already ten minutes late. She doubted he would show. Who wanted a socially inept woman? Heck, what man wanted to start dating someone two days before Christmas? She sighed, resting an elbow on the table. Why did I ask out Santa? She didn’t even know his name, what he looked like. Yet, she’d given him enough personal information to stalk her. Way to go, numbskull. She might as well have given him her house key. And since Tiffany had driven her to the restaurant, she’d have to take a cab back home.
“Hi, Claire. Sorry, I’m late.”
She jerked her head toward the deep, husky voice. Her Santa had arrived. But instead of the white-haired, bearded man with the fuzzy red suit, she stared at a Greek god. Broad shoulders. Muscles constricted by the sleeves of his dress shirt. His wavy brown hair looked wet, as if he’d recently stepped out of the shower. Or maybe snow had started to fall since she’d arrived. Pulse racing, she dared to gaze into his crystal blue eyes, the part of him she remembered from their meeting in the mall. Yet, even with his tanned complexion, something seemed not quite right with the color of his skin.
Was he as nervous as her? Her last non-double date occurred so long ago, she didn’t know how to act.
Not wanting to be rude, she stood to greet him. He had, after all, arrived rather than standing her up. And the sooner he touched her, the better.
Resting his hand on her hip, he moved closer, kissing her cheek, his lips soft and gentle. His breath smelled of fresh mint, a far cry from the last guy Tiffany had tried to set her up with.
“It’s good to see you again, Santa.” She tried not to swoon, her legs like jelly.
He chuckled, still holding onto her. “It’s Andreas. Andreas Castellanos. Andy, if you want.”
Wow, my very own Adonis.
“Has anyone ever told you how gorgeous you are?” She covered her mouth. As if I said that.
When he let her go, her cheeks burned with embarrassment at the foolish comment. He probably heard that all the time. And she’d likely behaved like every other female he’d ever been out with. Way to start the date!
He pulled out her chair. “I do hear it every once in a while, usually followed by, but you’re not what we’re looking for.”
Parking her butt, she glanced up. “You’re a model?” Her pussy clenched as she pictured him modeling Calvin Kleins. Then taking them off. But why date her, or better yet, work as a shopping mall Santa during the day?
After sitting across from her, he leaned back in his chair. “No, I’m an actor. Though the only gigs I’ve gotten lately are as the dead guy in police dramas. I have to take other jobs to pay the bills.”
“An actor?” What if he becomes famous someday? All of the events, the paparazzi following them around, my story splashed all over the tabloids?
Whoa! Slow down. Tonight is about dinner and sex.
Any time spent together afterward came as a bonus, not guaranteed.
“Those people obviously don’t know what they’re doing. I think you’d make a great witness, maybe even the killer.”
He smiled, reaching across the table. “Why, thank you. I’ll be sure to suggest those roles during my next audition.”
The instant she joined hands with him, a spark ignited her desire. Please let tonight be the end of the loneliness. Every glimpse she caught of his mesmerizing eyes left her speechless, a staring idiot. She imagined riding him like a cowgirl, him thrusting deep inside her, fucking her in every position imaginable. What she’d dreamed of for so long. And now she’d found the right guy. Searing heat flared from her pussy up to her cheeks.
“So, what do you do?”
She pushed the naughty thoughts aside for later. “Pardon?”
“What’s your job? What do you do for a living?”
“I’m a sales rep for a pet food company.” Though, most people didn’t know what that entailed, not unless they worked in the industry.
“So, you have a lot of pets then?”
“Sadly, no. I don’t have any.” Never again. Her childhood cat had passed away in the fire along with her family. The one time she broke down and bought a Siamese fighting fish, it died while she attended a weekend trade show. She refused to take that chance again. No one or no thing could depend on her.
He furrowed his brows. “Yet, you work for a pet food company?”
She shrugged, having had to explain the same thing many times. “I travel a lot for work. I don’t have anyone nearby to take care of a pet while I’m away.” Which led to some very lonely nights.
Though, I hope tonight will be different.
***
While conversation flowed freely between them, she never mentioned her family. Just as he never mentioned his. Like he needed someone finding out he’d crash-landed on Earth from another planet. What’s her story? Why did she keep her relatives a secret?
He stared into her whiskey-colored eyes, trying to figure her out. Perhaps she didn’t get along with her parents. Or maybe she’d arrived from another planet, too. No, not possible. She fit in too well.
Everything about Claire mesmerized him. He knew what the night would lead to, understood her expectations, but unlike the other women who asked him out, Claire kept him intrigued. He refused to say no. She didn’t lay her life’s story on the table, and kept her flirtations subtle. A sexy smile. The light touch of her foot along his leg. As a result, he craved her even more.
Then dessert came. She slid around the table, moving closer. Heavy drums thudded in his chest. His palms grew sweaty. Why did she affect him like no other woman?
He scooped a spoonful of
the fried ice cream, dipping it in the chocolate sauce, and held it out to her. She wrapped her full lips around the spoon, her gaze locked on him. She moaned gently, and he shifted in his seat, his cock ready to burst from his pants. He pulled the spoon out with much hesitation, imagining his cock in its place. “Come back to my place after dinner.”
She licked her lips, her face full of lust. “I hoped you would ask.”
One spoonful after the next, he fed Claire the entire dessert, his hunger for her primal. And he thanked the heavens for the similarities between his people and those on Earth.
He’d never make it past the front doors if they didn’t leave right then. Arm in the air, he gestured for the waitress. “Can we get the check, please?”
The woman nodded, and delivered the bill shortly after. Tossing enough cash on the table to cover their tab and a tip, he stood, offering his hand.
Claire gazed up at him, then away, as if suddenly afraid.
He squeezed her fingers. “Having doubts? Because, if you are, I can drive you home. We can end the date and go out again another time.” He didn’t understand his strange attraction to the Terran, but he forbade himself from ignoring it. There had to be a reason she stood out amongst all the others he had met since arriving on the planet.
Chewing her bottom lip, she stepped forward. “I’m ready to get out of here. I don’t want to go home, or be alone.”
To my house then. Reaching his car, he supported her arm while she climbed inside. Bringing her home guaranteed nothing, not without her taking the lead. If anything happened at all. Because his secret remained his top priority. Always.
Yet, he understood her loneliness, experienced the same thing himself. Not one of his crew members had followed him to Earth as he’d been told, and at first he assumed it to be a joke—make the new recruit think we abandoned him. After five star cycles on Earth, he gave up on them ever arriving to rescue him. He had carved out an identity and lived as a Terran, a being of his new planet, never sharing his secret with anyone. He refused. Popular Earth culture proved what would happen to him if anyone found out. For once, he longed to find someone he trusted enough to know the truth.
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