On Santa's Lap *Published*

Chapter Seven

For everyone who finds the main character rude, I don't think she is. I mean how many of you will be so opening an inviting if a random guy grabs your butt in public, esp an old Santa, I bet most of you would make a scene, taking on from there, if that same man started following you, surely that's "Stalker" like behaviour. Just because he is "hot" does not mean he can't turn out to be a serial killer. Whilst it is not that extreme in this story, you all just think Nik is all great and fabulous and she's just being a mean bitch, when really she's not. She's just trying to stay away from a guy dressed as Santa, doesn't help she hates Christmas either. I think you all just need to give her time because the Character I had planned out is a very nice lady. 

It's only Chapter Seven, they're not going to jump in bed and ravish each other, things take time. If you want her to jump in bed with a random, think of a one night stand. Not a Christmas Novel. The whole point of this was to bring her into the Xmas Cheer and get to know her, and he's on his way, it's a journey people. Calm your vagina's. This isn't intended at all of you, just the ones that think she needs a dick to satisfy her. I just how love how picky we are at the female character but even if the guy is a Class A fucktard jerk, we all love and support him and think he's hot. But the girl says one thing and everyone jumps at her. 

But on a side note, I want that guy on the cover #LBR

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There wasn't a next time, well not for the rest of the week. It was oddly strange walking out of work not to see some creepy silhouette just leaning against the dodgy photo booth waiting for me, oddly weird.

So when Ash asked me to chill with her after our shifts ended, I didn't really object as she dragged me outside to chill in the colder air. It was Melbourne, when you had three hot thirty one Celsius days, there was a storm on the forth day, today was the forth day.

It was a nice change to be standing outside, sitting on the bench for trams, except the trams ended a long time ago. It was also somewhat dangerous, but what was life without danger.

"What are your plans for the weekend?" she asked taking out a cigarette.

"I thought you were tying to quit smoking?" I asked confused as she lit it up. 

"Try being the operative word," she scoffed taking a long puff and I leaned into the chair hoping the wind blows it in the other direction. Thankfully it did and my chanced of passive smoking died down, "But my mum is driving me crazy with this stupid wedding, I am never going to survive it without a ciggy, or ten, or five packets ya know?"

No I don't know, but I nodded nevertheless playing with the hem of my dress. Why did I even wear a dress today?  Because you thought it was going to be damn hot. Well it wasn't, we were shielded by the tram stop roof from the rain or else we would have been drenched.

Whilst a few drops still came onto my legs from the wind, it was a nice cool feeling. One that I had missed too much. 

"So who's the guy?"

"Who?" I asked confused.

"The dorky Santa guy, he came here for like, every day last week,"

"Oh Nik," I said, well the dorky guy hasn't been here for the last four days, not like I was counting or something, because I wasn't. But Christmas was so close, and was he lacking on his job as Santa?

"He's not dorky," I found myself saying for some strange reason as I crossed one leg over another, "And he plays Santa downstairs and comes up for drinks I guess," I said. The less Ash knows, the better. 

But it seemed she knew too much already from the skeptical look she gave me, "You're right he's not dorky, he's too hot to be dorky,"

I rolled my eyes, "He's not that hot," was that my pathetic lame excuse to lie, well why was I finding the need to lie anyways.