Texting My Secret Santa: A Steamy Age Gap Romance by Flora Ferrari

Author:Flora Ferrari [Ferrari, Flora]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-12-19T00:00:00+00:00

Brianna sits beside me in the church before the toy drive starts, wringing her hands. Guilt emanates from her every pore. “I hope this isn’t too much of a bother.”

“He’s happy to do it,” I say.

She looks at me in shock, and I wonder if I should’ve said that. I don’t want to put words in Asher’s mouth. His mouth is useful for other things …

For a Christmas elf, I sure am being bad.

“He said that?” Brianna asks.

“No, but you know Asher. If he doesn’t want to do something, he won’t. He wouldn’t be here if he didn’t want to do it. I know you’ve got … history.”

“History,” Brianna repeats bleakly. “That’s one way to phrase it. I was an awful mother. Poor Asher. There were so many times I let him down. I expect nothing from him now. I hope he knows he doesn’t owe me anything.”

“The past is the past,” I say, laying my hand on hers.

She smiles, squeezing onto me. “Thank you, Holly. You’re a lovely girl. You always have been. My memory is hazy, for obvious reasons, but I always remember your big smile behind your camera.”

“That reminds me.” I reach into my bag. “Do you mind if I get some footage of the toy drive?”

“You’ll have to ask Asher, not me. I’m not sure he’ll want anybody seeing him in the Santa outfit.”

I smile. “I think he might find his Christmas spirit, slowly but surely …”

“If he is, he has you to thank for that.”

I try not to let the compliment fill me with too much pride.

As we wait for Asher to emerge, volunteers move around the room, setting up the decorations and the donations table. I get some B-roll of the prep. I’m wearing a fanny pack under my elf costume—sue me, no pockets—and my phone vibrates.

It’s my Secret Santa cell. Is he texting me instead of getting changed?

My Secret Santa: I sincerely cannot wait to meet your beautiful self tomorrow, my precious lady.

I reread the message twice to make sure I’m seeing it correctly. Has somebody spiked my water with eggnog? The message reads like it’s from my white knight, nothing like Asher. Maybe he’s nervous about the meeting.

Me: I’m curious too, I reply tentatively.

My Secret Santa: Just curious? Judging from our previous messages, I thought you’d be more excited than that.

Me: We’ll see how it goes tomorrow.

I put the phone on silent and return it to my fanny pack. My Secret Santa has become weird since agreeing to meet in person, which isn’t a good sign. If it is Asher, why would he want to meet in public, where Dan might see us?

Maybe I’m wrong about Asher dropping me hints. I don’t think he knows it’s me.

“Oh, marvelous!” Brianna stands up, clapping her hands together when Asher finally emerges.

I smile, forgetting my worries and doubts. Asher is the hottest Santa I’ve ever seen. Even with the padding, the suit’s fabric shows his broad shoulders and thick arms. His eyes stare stunningly from above the white beard.

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