Tyler has it bad for hot MILF Tamara, but not only is she his best friend's mother, she's also his boss. Frustrated, Tyler considers leaving for another job. When Tamara can't change his mind, she asks him to at least come to the company Christmas party. Tyler agrees and is glad he did when it turns out his secret Santa is Tamara and she's willing to give him just what he's always wanted…her!

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“Here you go!” The bartender returned with a foot long candy can wrapped in plastic with a red bow on it and handed it to Tamara. “All the ladies here get one.”

“Thank you,” she dipped her hand into her red purse and produced a twenty. “Merry Christmas.”

He took the money and gave her a practiced lady killer smile.

“Be merrier if you started in on it here.”

“I would, but I think people would be upset if I hiked up my skirt at the bar.”

“Um, well…damn.” The guy whistled. “I got nothing to say to that.”

He walked away shaking his head, and Tamara eye the striped treat.

“Not exactly the hard sticky thing I planned on having in my mouth tonight, but…” her dark eyes narrowed. “It could be a fun extra.”

“TMI.” He tried to smile.

“Where you going from here?” she asked abruptly.

“Home, you going party crawling?”

“Maybe,” she uncrossed her legs and zipped her purse making it seem like she was ready to leave, and leaving him with mixed feelings of relief and disappointment. “It depends on what happens in the next few minutes.”

“What’s going to happen?”

“Oh, I don’t know, something fun I hope, but if not? I’ll make the rounds and find some hot young guy to stuff my stocking and come down my slutty chimney.”

“On that note,” he slipped off the stool. “I have to get going, happy hunting.”

“Oblivious, scared, or no interest?” she muttered, but loud enough for him to catch. “But before you go. I owe you something.”

She plucked a red envelope from the pocket on the side of her purse.

Tyler saw it had his name written on it and was adorned with several Santa Clause stickers.

“What’s this?”

“I’m your secret Santa.” She told him.

“Why didn’t you give me this at the tree?”

“Because I couldn’t have you opening it with other people around.”

Tamara got off the stool, and slung her purse over her shoulder while gripping the candy cane in her other hand.

“Give me a five minute head start.” She leaned over and kissed his cheek.

“Merry Christmas,” he responded.

“How Merry is up to you.” Tamara walked away and Tyler gave her part of the ‘head start’ she asked for by watching her walk across the room, taking in the backs of her long legs in the short skirt as well as the sway of her hips.

As soon as she was gone, Tyler opened the envelope. Inside was a Christmas card featuring Santa declaring he’d checked his naughty list and he was on it.

Stuck to the lower portion of the card was a post it with the number 212 written on it. Tyler opened the card and whispered, “Goddamn,” when he saw what was tucked inside it.

A hotel room key.

Romance