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as could be expected with freaky grab ass.” She gestured over her shoulder to Santa.
    He sucked in a hiss of air. “That's it. I'm not gonna stand by and let that bastard grope my woman.” He reached for the velvet rope.
    Lissa put her hand over his.
    “Stop it. I need this job.” She rubbed his arm soothing him. His muscles were tight and trembling.
    He gave her a look like she must be crazy, but he left it alone.
    “You could get another job. There are a lot of retail jobs that are a lot better than this crap.” He stared daggers at Rick the man playing Santa.
    “Look, can we talk about this later. I need to go change. Can I trust that you'll behave while I'm gone?” She stood with her hands on her hips.
    “I won't do anything this time, but if he keeps touching you, I'll knock his ass out.” He spoke loud enough for Rick to hear. He must have heard, because he left through the other side of the display.
    She sighed and headed for the employees locker room. She'd found the most perfect dress to wear on their first official, post hand job in the truck, date. She found it on the sales rack in the women's department for fifty percent off, plus her twenty percent employee discount made it a steal. Yes, it was a short sleeve mini dress out of season, but it was red and beautiful, so that was all that mattered. She didn't care that she would freeze her ass off in it. She would be the most beautiful Popsicle he'd ever seen.
    She wanted to be and feel sexy for him. She knew what kind of lover he was going to be now, and if at all possible, she would get to experience his expertise tonight. It had been two days since they had been together, so she was more than ready. She couldn't wait to finish her dinner and head to his house. Of course, she had to take Jack into consideration. He might be home with a babysitter. She didn't know. The more she thought about it, the less she wanted to have sex with him. What if he only wanted sex? That wouldn't be enough time for here to get him to fall for her. She needed to keep him interested and excited, but not give in. Right, like I have that much self-control. If the man so much as breathes on me I'm going to go off like a roman candle
    She peeled off the elf costume, putting it in her oversized purse. She'd take it home and wash it tonight. If she went home. In a way she hoped she would, and in a way she wanted to wake up in his arms. Of course, she wasn't sure if they fell into bed if they would sleep at all. He seemed like he would be an absolute animal.
    She tugged on the thongs she brought that matched her new dress. She pulled the dress over her head slipped her arms through and had it zipped up in mere seconds.
    Derek stood there alone by now, waiting for her.
    She still couldn't get used to the thought that Derek was her just for her. It was so surreal. She never in a million years would have thought she could find a man like him.
    She checked her hair in the mirror, pushing a wayward strand behind her ear, applied more pink lip-gloss and headed out to start their date. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw him talking with Rick the dick Santa. The butterflies in her stomach tripled. What would he say to the man who had constantly taken sleazy shots at her ass for the last week? Their voices weren't loud. They weren't brawling; they didn't even seem to be disagreeable. Somehow that miffed her more than if they had been throwing punches. Her maybe boyfriend was conversing casually with her sexual harassment Santa. How messed up was that?
    She marched over to them, stopping in front of Derek, whose even temperament in this situation made her blood boil. “What are you doing talking so calmly to him? He's been grabbing my ass every single day for over a week, and you're just casually talking to him like Lissa's ass is no big deal.” She threw her hands up in the air. She almost walked away, when Derek's strong hand caught her arm. He spun her around as graceful as if