She hadn’t spent years building a successful business on her own without having to be cut-throat when she needed to be. Jewell would be in the office next to hers next year. She just had to make sure Hennessy didn’t win the bet. He might look like a gigantic stud muffin, but in the sack, he didn’t seem promising. If she was going to break her fast, it damn sure wasn’t going to be something that wasn’t going to satisfy her needs and leave her hanging.
Inwardly, Arin rolled her eyes at herself. She had a club filled with pasties of every variety. If she was going to break, she had her choice of options.
“Quick question.” Arin interrupted the women pooling their money together to place their bets, except for Jewell, who was looking too confident for her own good. Maybe she should hedge her own bet. “Would you consider Moon a long john or a donut hole?”
Chapter 8
Arin entered the kitchen with the crowd of women who were so excited for the contest that they were practically bouncing off the walls.
The room attached to the television room was packed, with Viper holding a cloth bag in his hand, waiting for everyone to get situated inside.
Trying to get a better view, she started to go behind the kitchen counter where Jewell was when a loud voice caught her attention.
“Come here, baby girl. I saved you a seat.”
Arin looked over her shoulder to see Hennessy’s pearly whites flashing a seductive smile toward her while he patted an empty chair next to him.
“Are you talking to me?” Arin put a hand to her chest just to make sure.
“Baby girl, you know I’m talking to your fine self.”
“Just checking.” Before she took a man down, she wanted to make sure he deserved the letdown he deserved. “I told you not to call me baby girl.”
Arin felt his eyes drop to her red top that was straining to keep her generous breasts contained. She had a loose gray sweater over the tank. Neither had been able to prevent the visible swells of her breasts.
“I’m sorry. I can’t help it when I see how cute you are.”
Really? She fumed. He was trying to sweet-talk her while eye-fucking her tits! It was going to be easier to resist him than she had anticipated. Men like him were why she hadn’t had sex in four years. What brains they had were in their dicks, and they wouldn’t know how to carry on a conversation that wasn’t geared toward getting laid.
“I can hear just fine from over here.” Taking a spot between Ember and Jewell, Arin expectantly waited for him to deliver another comment that she could shoot down.
His smile disappeared. “I’ll wait.”
“Please do.”
“Ouch. I felt that from over here.”
Arin turned to see who had made the remark and saw it was Nickel. Damn, she had forgotten about him.
“Is Nickel a cannoli or a macaroon?” Tilting her head to the side, she whispered the question into Jewell’s ear.
“What’s the sudden obsession with pastries?”
“Craving carbs, okay? Which is he?”
“He’s a cannoli.”
“Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it.”
“If you get his name, switch with me unless you get Moon, then I want him.”
“We can’t switch …” Jewell began.
“Listen up.” Viper raised his hand in the air to quiet everyone. “I’m going to go over the rules. Although we play this every year, someone always tries to pull the ‘but I didn’t know’ bullshit when they get caught trying to play unfair.
“Short and sweet, the rules are simple. Each woman gets to draw one name. They can give one present a day, and you can be as nice or naughty as you want, just confine the game to the club. Men get three guesses as to who their Santa is. If you guess wrong, you’ll get a lump of coal in your stocking. Three pieces of coal, you’re out of the game. If you guess right, you can have at it, spend the remaining day off from the factory with paid leave. The game starts tomorrow. Oh, and the most important part: don’t forget that any sexual activity has to be confined to upstairs bedrooms with locked doors, so no one sees who has figured out who their Santas are. If you’re caught out of the bedrooms, you’ll be back at work the next day. The original members don’t participate in the game, so we can cover your shifts.
“Santas, during the game, you’re not allowed to have sex with anyone, and that includes your recipient until they figure out who their Naughty Santa is. That includes sucking, fucking, and yes, Moon, that includes masturbating. I’m not going to argue over this again this year. If you get caught, a penalty lump of coal will be placed in your stocking. I think that about covers the rules.
“There is one other thing that we need to go over before we draw names, and I’m leaving it to all of you to decide. Jewell’s friend, Arin, wants to participate in the game—”