Even nice elves have a naughty side…
Christmas is my favorite time of year. Not just because I get to play Santa’s elf and spread cheer to all the exhausted parents and wide-eyed children at the mall.
But because I get to indulge a side of me nobody ever gets to see. The side of me that’s just as full of wonder as those kids waiting for their turn on Santas lap.
Nobody, that is, until him. Harvey, the hot, grumpy barista who feeds my caffeine addiction—and some very, very naughty fantasies.
Even as he flirts with me, indulging the little girl inside me with snow angels and hot cocoa, I can’t help but wonder if there’s some real life Christmas magic stirring between us
Or if I’m setting myself up for a rejection even more devastating than coal in my stocking on Christmas morning.
