Chapter 4: Rebel Without a ClausDissatisfied, and still sexually frustrated, Chloe stormed into work later that day.
“Woah. What’s wrong with you?” her colleague, Jack, asked with caution.
She snatched a blue café apron from the closest peg and wrapped it around her slim waist, tying it into a bow behind her back.
“Women! Honestly. Finally got my hands on the sexy Miss Santa earlier. When her phone rang, she bloody bolted!” Chloe snapped. “I couldn’t believe it.”
Jack’s face looked as confused and disgraced as Chloe felt. She could always count on his moral support, whether that be celebrating or complaining.
“Do you think she has a girlfriend then? Or boyfriend? Or maybe she’s got a kid, and they hurt themselves. Or maybe she was late for another job,” Jack spouted, trying to console
