“My father is Santa Claus. You don’t believe me? He is! My dad is the descendant of Saint Nick. Back in the day, way back when, did you know priests and the like didn’t have to be single and practice abstinence. Saint Nicholas, the original Santa Claus, Kris Kringle, or whatever other name you have for him, is my direct ancestor.”
“You’re being absurd now.” She folded her arms furiously in frustration. “Why are you making fun of me? I’m letting you stay in my house and agreeing to work and you’re being a jerk by lying to me and mocking.”
“I’m telling you the truth.” He was laughing now with both dimples on full display. “Don’t I give you son of Santa Claus’s vibes?”
His smiling countenance was making her lady parts sit up and take notice and she mentally berated herself for being foolis
