What age did your parents give you the talk?
You know THE talk? About Santa not being real?
It seems easy right?
But what if I told you, Santa existed?
And what if I told you he was a young, hot and unapologetically prideful man.
Well, come on in...
A few girls surrounded me, primping my hair and make up.
Lizabeth runs over to me, looking up at my hair and makeup, making sure it was okay.
"So what's the Plan of action?"
"You sit on Nick's lap and whisper in his ear. That's l it."
"Lizabeth" I huffed, crossing my legs in annoyance. It sounded like a lot...more intimate if you asked me.
"Wynter it'll be so quick! Remember, your company is on the line!" Lizabeth ran to busy herself with something else, leaving me alone in the make up chair.
"You should be happy. He's the hottest model I've ever worked with" a makeup artist whispered and winked.
I rolled my eyes before standing up from the chair. Of course Nick was good looking. A blind bat could have seen it. I was more annoyed of the circumstances of the shoot. I hadn't seen him in 5 months. There was a lot of untapped feelings and unanswered questions. I didn't know if now was the best time to see each other.
I turn my head and watch Nick on the set. He was in a tall red chair with golden accents.
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"Wynter! Were ready for you!" Lizabeth waves me over.
"Be cordial" Cordial"
I take a deep breath in then let it out. I was ready to face him...I think?
Nick sees me walking over and stands from his chair. His eyes scanned my features excitedly; first he stared at my lips then my face. "Wynter you look beautif—-"
"Easy Santa." I push him back into the chair and sit on his lap. His hands mold around my waist as if on cue. Like we were molded so perfectly.
"The only reason I'm doing this? Is for Lizabeth and the future my company. Everything that happens now is acting. Don't get any funny ideas." I whispered, refusing to meet his eyes.
"Yes Ms. Ryder." He smirks, his grip tightened just a tad bit.
I roll my eyes and look at myself in the camera receiver as I wait for Antonio, the photographer. There were still a few people on set but not as much as before which put me at as.
I tried to bite my jaw as I saw us in the reflection of the receiver. We were a cute couple I could not lie. Too bad he had to mess it up.
Antonio is Ready! You kids do me well!" The photographer yelled, spinning to the floor. He propped the camera up to his eyes and then, The cameras flashed!
I tried to not make eye contact with Nick, leaning as far away from him as possible. I didn't know how strong I would be....could be....
"Okay Wynter. Look like your not allergic to him! Closer! Closer! This is Santa! Not Jack Frost!" Antonio yells. Nick chuckles and I giggle just a little. It was just ironic Antonio was unknowingly telling my story.
