Standing in the doorway of his den, silhouetted by the light from the hallway, stood the sexiest woman he’d ever seen in his life. “Do I know you?” he said. She pushed away from the doorway and he had more of an opportunity to study her. She was dressed as an elf, but like no elf he’d ever seen. This elf wore a glittery red bustier that pushed her generous cleavage up and out, a short flared skirt that showed off miles of leg, and thigh-high black boots. A red domino mask completed the outfit. As she walked – or rather, prowled – into his office, he thought irreverently that his Christmas present had come early this year. “What are you supposed to be?” he said. “I’m a naughty little elf,” she whispered as she leaned her hip against his desk. “Were you a good boy or a bad boy this year?” “I’ve been told that I’m very good,” he said, his gaze never leaving hers. “But with you, I’d like to be very, very bad.” Cinderella Christmas A Holiday Novella By Elda Minger Copyright 2013 In memory of Snowy, always in my heart.
