Piper.
I gape at him, caught off guard by the arrogance lacing his words. “No,” I snap, recovering. “The CEO got me this dress. Who the hell is Santa anyway? I’ve never heard of such a name.”
His grin falters just a little, but he quickly recovers, his eyes dancing with amusement. “Santa,” he repeats, his tone dripping with mockery, “is an Alpha who can grant your every wish. But I suppose if you’d rather believe it was the CEO…”
My jaw drops. “Wait, are you saying…”
His eyes flick to my dress again, a knowing gleam in his gaze. “Exactly what you’re thinking.”
My head spins as I connect the dots. The CEO. The dress. Could he mean...?
“Are you saying the CEO—”
“Shh,” he interrupts, pressing a finger to his lips. “Let’s keep some things a mystery, hmm?”
I open my mouth to argue but s
