A Naughty Secret Santa

Written By: Savannah Chase

Copyright 2007 Savannah Chase

Angel barely sat down at her desk and turned on her computer when a blue message light flickered on the bottom of her screen.

Hot2Trot: Good morning hot stuff…LOL

Hot2Trot was the screen name her friend Holly used whenever they talked on line. She was on the other side of the floor they both worked on.

ShyAngel: Good morning, you know I just sat down at my desk

Hot2Trot: I know that’s why I messaged you so quickly. I was going to call but I can’t.

Hot2Trot: You R never going to believe what I just saw.

ShyAngel:?

Hot2Trot: Erick almost tripped over his own feet in his office when you walked by.

ShyAngel: ?

Hot2Trot: The man was drooling over you, that’s why

ShyAngel: I don’t know what you saw, maybe his shoe was undone or something, but there is NO way it was because of me. No way

Hot2Trot: What? OMG, he was looking at you. The only other person around you at the moment was Dan, and I’m 100% sure he wasn’t drooling over Dan. The man has it for you. BAD!!!

Angel smiled to herself. Her friend had to be wrong, there was no way that he felt anything towards her except respect for an employee. She wasn’t his type.

Erick Craig was the type of man who was usually seen with supermodels on his arm. Not plain Jane bookworms like her.

ShyAngel: U r so wrong……

Hot2Trot: No way, I’m always right and you know it. Ok I got 2 go. I need to catch the coffee cart before it vanishes.

ShyAngel: Talk to you later, and no I’m not wrong

She clicked the little x on her screen to close off the window and continued putting her desk in order. The holiday season was always hectic around here and with Christmas Eve three days away it was going to get a lot crazier. Tons of things had to get done before some went off on their holiday vacation.

She still had to input half the employees hours and make sure to check that she hadn’t missed anything.

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Marteeka Karland has generously contributed a sexy story that takes readers beyond the chair… 

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By:  Marteeka Karland

(c) 2007 Marteeka Karland, All Rights Reserved

            Spartans are trained to fear nothing. But this was beyond anything the warrior had ever been prepared for. Perhaps that last spirited drink hadn’t been a good idea.

The warrior, Arqus, looked around him. The noise was deafening, the smells sweaty and strong with liquor, and the people crushed in on him horribly. He’d never seen the like. They thrashed their bodies around and against each other in what he could only describe as controlled chaos.

It reminded him of sparing with his fellow warriors. They whirled and twirled and clashed against each other with force and grace till it was hard to tell if they fought… or danced.

They dressed funny. All in black from head to toe. Pale skin. Black kohl around their eyes, even coloring their lips and fingernails. Men and women alike. All fighting and dancing together, the females just as fiercely as the males. In some cases, they were even more aggressive.

The warrior smiled. This place was foreign to him, and many things were very strange, but it was more like his home than first met the eye. He was Spartan. He would adapt to his situation and conquer whomever he must to return home.

One particularly strange looking woman only a few steps away caught his eye. Dressed in the shortest skirt he’d ever seen of some shiny black material with the same type of material covering her breasts, her creamy skin beckoned to him. She was dressed so a man could undress her as he desired.

At least, that was his opinion until she punched a thin man in the jaw before kicking him in the privates. He doubled over in pain and the warrior couldn’t help wincing for the man.

“Just because I agreed to dance with you doesn’t mean I agreed to fuck you.” She had to yell to be heard above all the noise. When she whirled around, she slammed straight in to him. Her face smacked into his chest and she stumbled back. The warrior grabbed her arms to steady her. Slowly, she raised her head, her eyes growing larger by the second. “Oh. My. God.“

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