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and delivered to him a mate who could not only break his curse, but get him hard just by him being in her proximity.
    He adjusted his cock.
    Her gaze fell between his legs to his hand, then to the shadowed place where his fingers had been.
    “I…” She let her breath sputter through her lips and forced that dark gaze up to him.
    She was confused, but that was understandable. He hadn’t exactly done anything to lessen her bafflement, and that was because he wasn’t quite sure of what he could do. He might not have known much about the hearts and minds of human women, but he was fairly sure she wasn’t going to buy the fated mate excuse.
    Her pup moved across the room and sat to the left of Nick’s feet, staring up at him expectantly.
    Gillian scoffed. “Normally, the little bastard would have barked at a stranger. You must smell like Christmas magic or something.”
    “You sound like you’re joking.”
    Cringing, she rubbed her eyes. “It was meant to be funny, yeah, but maybe I misjudged my audience. And I guess Christmas smells like Drakkar Noir. Jesus .”
    “I enjoy the scent.”
    “So do I, dude. It’s a panty-dropping scent.”
    He sat waiting for exactly that, but he was beginning to wonder if the woman’s first language was sarcasm. Elves tended to be far more plainspoken, but he was good at adapting. “If you feel compelled to drop yours, I won’t counsel you otherwise,” he said.
    “I bet you won’t.” She dropped her hand and sighed, fixing her tired gaze on him. “Really, how did you get in here?”
    “I teleported.”
    “Right. Sure. I guess shimmying down chimneys is too old-fashioned a concept for you.”
    He turned his hands over in concession. He’d never done the chimney act. His substitute’s wife had thought it was a cute idea. Nick hadn’t learned about it until after Claus took his leave.
    “And why are you here?” Gillian asked.
    “I would have thought that would be obvious. I hired you yesterday and you didn’t show up for work tonight. You need to scramble if you want to make up those hours. I’d hate to dock your pay, but I’m willing to negotiate.”
    “You mean, you’ll let me make up the missed time?”
    “After hours.” He trailed his fingertips up her arm and she held very still as he continued past the bend of her elbow to the inside of her bicep. He swirled his fingertips there, so close to her breast, and as if on instinct, she let the afghan fall.
    Her nipple was perked up, and her breath hitched.
    He rolled her gaze up to her parted lips, to her flushed cheeks. Her wide eyes.
    “Does my touch hold you in thrall? I’m told it’s supposed to be that way. You shouldn’t feel guilty for being aroused. It means we’re compatible and that you’re fertile.”
    She slapped his hand away. “No way, bub.” She grabbed a pillow and threw it at him, and he handily caught it.
    “Get the hell out of my apartment.”
    “I will not . You’re stuck with me. You signed a twenty-year contract last night.” For the job, not the elf-mate situation. His mother had suggested he tread carefully with that latter thing. Apparently, most humans didn’t believe elves were real. That certainly seemed to be the case with his human.
    “Twenty years is about twenty years longer than I plan to tolerate you,” Gillian said. “Twenty minutes is probably all I need of you.”
    Her gaze tracked down his torso to the fingers he entwined between his legs, and then farther to that shadow between his thighs again.
    “Cocky as you are, you’d better be hung down to your knees,” she muttered.
    “Perhaps I am. Would that suit you, pet?”
    “I didn’t say that out loud, did I?”
    “You did, and before you dare think it, I’m not just a figment of your imagination. I’m here in the flesh.”
    “And telling me Santa has a big cock.”
    “I can’t speak for the Santa you know, but I’d be more than willing to let you examine me. Perhaps touching something hard will bring