He’s not who she expected, but he’s exactly the man she needs…
When Chelsea Wayne drags Santa into a supply closet for a little office party nookie, she assumes the man in the suit is her on-again/off-again coworker boyfriend. Instead, it’s Rafe St. Sebastian, a man known for his hard-driving ways in business as well as the bedroom—and, kill her now, the brand spanking new owner of Las Ventanas—who grants her naughtiest Christmas wishes.
So much for her reputation, not to mention her career.
Rafe needs to close three acquisitions to prove to his father he’s ready to take the helm of St. Sebastian Enterprises. A hot interlude in a supply closet after deal number two seems like the perfect illicit Christmas bonus. Unfortunately, when that “bonus” becomes the key to the final deal, he finds himself back in bed—so to speak—with Chelsea, and after their steamy tryst, he’s not interested in keeping things professional…
Table of Contents
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Acknowledgments
About the Author
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Dear Readers,
David Gandy, in bed, naked except for a Santa hat.
If a picture doesn’t immediately take shape in your mind, do yourself a favor and Google “David Gandy Naked Santa.” Then brace yourself.
This image, dear readers, inspired “Compromising Her Position,” (and a whole mess of other stuff I need not go into here). I grant you the Santa hat might actually be Photoshopped into the shot. Doesn’t matter. I spend very little time looking at the hat. But after my initial, “Holy crap, imagine the line at the mall to sit on that Santa’s lap!” reaction, I got to wondering…what if a super-hot guy lurked beneath the iconic red suit? Would we even know?
Then, because I live to put my characters in compromising positions, I thought…what if my heroine tugged him into a supply closet during the office holiday party, thinking he was someone else, and wished him the ultimate NSFW Merry Christmas?
Fun job I have, right?
It really is. I had a blast dreaming up illicit adventures for my Gandy-inspired Santa, Rafe St. Sebastian, and poor, hapless, Chelsea Wayne, who stepped out of her goody-two-shoes one measly time, and landed right on Santa’s…ahem…naughty list. I had even more fun proving to her that the wrong Santa was actually the right man.
I hope “Compromising Her Position” brings a smile to your holidays! May they be safe, happy, and very, very sexy.
Xoxo
Samanthe
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
Copyright © 2015 by Samanthe Beck. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher.
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First Edition November 2015
To Heather, for gently suggesting we not call this Fifty Shades of Santa.
Chapter One
Dec. 5
12:27 p.m.
Paul,
I left the Santa costume in your office, in case you change your mind. See you at the party.
Chelsea Wayne
Assistant Manager
Las Ventanas Resort
A flash of red at the other end of the hall caught Chelsea’s eye. Holy cr…Christmas, looks like she’d earned a surprise this holiday season.
The sight of Paul in the costume she’d ordered melted her heart—and did funny things to her stomach. Champagne might account for some of the giddy reaction, but mostly it came down to the knowledge that he’d worn the over-the-top outfit for her. Lord knew he didn’t want to play Santa at the employee holiday party. When she’d first sprung the notion on him, he’d flat-out refused, calling the idea inappropriate for a general manager.
Yet there he stood, wearing the red suit, fuzzy hat, beard, and boots, in a display of affection her starved heart desperately needed right now. The level of work stress they’d endured at the resort recently had sucked the intimacy right out of their fledgling relationship.
No woman in her right mind would let such a sweet gesture go unrewarded. She pushed off the wall and closed in on him. As if he sensed her approach, he turned, but before he could so much as “Ho, ho, ho,” her, she planted a palm in the middle of his padded belly and shoved him into the closet. The door slammed closed behind them.
“I’ve got a present for Santa and it’s not safe for work.” She didn’t give him time to reply. Everything that came out of his mouth lately tended to spoil the moment, and she didn’t want this moment spoiled. She went up onto the toes of her red sling-backs and kissed him like there was no tomorrow.
He stood stock still for a moment, no doubt shocked right down to his Santa socks by her uncharacteristically forward behavior, but she dropped her purse on a stack of folding tables, grabbed two handfuls of velvet and kept right on kissing him. The suit, padding, and beard made him feel bigger, less familiar, like kissing a stranger. Then again, it had been a while since they’d last kissed. Really kissed.