Mistress Christmas: Wild West Boys Read Free

she’s yours—”
    “Yes, I can, because tonight, she is.”
    The DJ’s voice cut through the music. Conversation around them stopped. “Gentleman, come closer because it’s time for a sweet treat from Miss Divinity.”
    “Take a hint.” Nick loomed over the guy. “Or do I hafta spell it out for you?”
    “No. We’re cool. I’m going.” The man held up his hands.
    Another round of whoops rent the air as Def Leppard’s “Pour Some Sugar on Me” blasted from the speakers.
    Nick and the man automatically looked to the stage.
    Holly needed a moment to clear the effects of the booze and of this domineering man from her addled brain. Seeing his distraction, she ducked around another portly patron and hightailed it past the bar, vanishing behind the screens.

Chapter Two
    Nick made sure the drunken asshole was good and gone before he turned around…only to find Mistress Christmas gone as well.
    What the hell?
    He scanned the crowd surrounding the stripper on stage. No sign of Mistress Christmas. Why’d she pull the disappearing act when he’d set himself up to be an easy mark? Nick figured after knocking back shots on his dime and teasing him to distraction, she’d be raring to kick it to the next level: a private lap dance.
    His lower gut muscles knotted as he imagined her rubbing that sweet, round ass across his crotch. Seeing her tits swaying as she shimmied her chest in his face, bringing her nipples close enough to taste. The bump and grind coupled with that sexy lip-biting thing she did? Whoo-ee. It’d be damn near impossible not to explode in his jeans and maintain professional restraint.
    Man. Mistress Christmas was good. For a while he’d almost believed she’d stuck around because she liked him, not because she was being paid to like him.
    Talk about being pegged a sucker.
    But her vanishing act didn’t make sense. She’d hooked him; why didn’t she reel him in?
    Frustrated, Nick skirted the bar and headed toward the privacy screens. There she was, arguing with a spandex clad bouncer who looked like an escapee from the WWE Smackdown! Neither one noticed his approach.
    “—the big deal is?” she asked.
    “Just following instructions, Holly.”
    Holly. Hmm. Was that her real name? Or a holiday-themed alias to fit with the atmosphere?
    “But I’m not going to—”
    “Sorry to interrupt”—Nick flashed a quick smile—“but I wondered where you’d wandered off to. We have some unfinished business to attend to, darlin’.”
    The bouncer pivoted. “This is a private conversation. Scram.”
    “Doesn’t look private. Nice costume.” Nick let his gaze wander up the green tights covering the man’s tree-trunk sized thighs, and across the red sports shorts and the matching green and red striped T-shirt. “What superhero are you supposed to be?”
    “I’m not supposed to be a superhero, lame brain. I’m supposed to be an elf.”
    “Whoa. Doncha think you’re a little big to pull off the elf gig?”
    “I think if you don’t watch your smart mouth I’ll put my big elf boot straight up your smart ass.”
    “Stop it. Both of you.”
    Nick clammed up, keeping his comment about the differences between bells and balls to himself. Getting thrown out of here on his ear by Santa’s monster helper wouldn’t help Rudy.
    “You want me to get rid of him?” the gigantic elf demanded.
    She shook her head.
    “Who is he? Do you know him?”
    “Sort of. Actually I, ah, met him earlier, and I ah…promised him…”
    “What?”
    Without meeting Nick’s eyes, she blurted, “A lap dance.”
    “You?” The bouncer scowled. “Does boss lady know about this?”
    “No. And I’d prefer to keep it that way.”
    What was Mistress Christmas hiding from her boss? Evidence she’d been ripping men off? Was the bouncer in on it?
    Mr. Red and Green Spandex barked, “Remind him of the rules. If he breaks them, I break him . Understood?”
    Mistress Christmas nodded and snagged Nick’s hand as she