Page 39 of A Grinchmas Delight

“Well, I’ll be damned,” Mark chuckles. “Case closed. There’s no mistaking that. You hide it well, I’ll give you that.”

“Thanks, I think?”

“You’re welcome.”

He turns to Jade. “You’re fired.”

“What?”

“You’re fired. Now, go get your things and get off the premises before I call and have security remove you.”

“Mark! You can’t do this. I didn’t even do anything wrong.”

“I do not tolerate sexual harassment in the workplace. From anyone, regardless of their gender. I’ll have your pink slip ready when you’re done gathering your things.”

She throws the same fit she’s been throwing all day and storms out with an exaggerated, ”ughhh!” on the way to her office.

I smile to myself as I button my shirt back up and fix my tie. I grab my jacket and excuse myself as I head straight to Dayra’s office. I need to tell her right away. I rap two knuckles on her door before pushing it open and inviting myself in.

“Hey,” she smiles when she sees me. I close her door behind me.

“Jade just got fired.”

Her eyes widen. “Really?”

I nod. “Yep. She doubled down and tried to tell Mark that we slept together…so I asked her the same question you did earlier and when she said none, I took off my shirt and that pretty well debunked her story.”

“Oh my God, you took off your shirt for Mark and Jade?Eww. What were you trying to do, have some funky threesome?” She scrunches her nose in feigned disgust.

I gag, over-exaggeratedly, earning me a hearty laugh. One that I love listening to. I can’t believe I spent so much time making her angry when I could’ve been making her come. Itskmyself.

“What?”

“I was just thinking about all of the time I spent making you mad at me when I could’ve been making you come around my dick.”

“Zane Warren Moore!” she whisper shouts and glances at her door, making sure it’s shut.

“It’s shut. No one is going to be bothering you for a while, either. Jade’s leaving and everyone else probably thinks you’re preparing for your new role.” I press the lock in the center of the doorknob and walk around her desk. I drop to my knees in front of her and press her legs open, her skirt giving me easy access.

“Now spread your legs for me, babygirl.”

This is the best Christmas gift I’ve ever received and I can’t wait to receive it every year, forever. I guess this old Grinch’s heart of snow and ice has melted to a puddle at the feet of the one woman I least expected. The woman I love to hate. My perfect Christmas miracle, wrapped up in a bow and sitting with her legs spread open. Just. For. Me.

THE END