I stared at my reflection in the washroom mirror and adjusted my necklace. The company Christmas party was wrapping up with only the Secret Santa portion still to go. I was tempted to bail; the gift exchange usually more of an uninspired let down than anything else. I had drawn Jamie, from marketing, and a quick trip to the liquor store had taken care of him. He never shut up about his drinking days with his college buddies, including a particularly vile story surrounding Fireball. So, a small bottle of the cinnamon whiskey sat gift-wrapped under the tree.
Grabbing up my clutch I exited the washroom, my ridiculously high heels ringing out across the marble floor. I had to give it to the company, this venue was beautiful and high end, including a small ballroom for the sixty-four employees and their plus ones...those of us that weren't single at least. Of the single men, there were only five that were of any interest to me, but as a general rule I didn't mix business with pleasure. Not to say that I wasn't tempted or didn't have elaborate, nasty fantasies about one in particular.
Pushing out into the main corridor, I passed others milling about and smiled in my usual friendly manner, even as a few of the ladies and men side-eyed my long bare thighs and cleavage. From the ballroom, I heard the VP announce the start of the gift exchange and made my way in to gather around the twelve-foot blue spruce, surprised to find Sam in a full-on Santa suit.
"Damn...daddy wants!" Carl leaned in to whisper to me as we both stared with obvious interest. I bit my lip in agreement and fist-bumped him. Sam was all kinds of yummy but a good ten years younger than me. I had to admit though the Santa suit looked good on the young executive...even though it obscured his cute, tight ass, which was his best feature in my perverted opinion.
One by one names were called while people collected their mystery gifts, murmurs and laughter ringing out as they were opened. Carl disappeared from my side and I waited, knowing I was near the end of the gift list alphabetically. I watched as Jamie opened his gift, howling out a laugh as he pretended to chug it and then projectile barf all over the crowd from accounting. I smirked and shook my head.
When my name was called, I walked up to claim what was likely going to be something I'd end up re-gifting in a few weeks to an unsuspecting relative. Hot Santa watched my approach with an unreadable expression and handed me a gift-wrapped item about the size of a shoebox. He winked when I reached for it and I smiled a thank you. It really was illegal how sexy he was. On the way back to my table I flipped open the tag on the front. OPEN IN PRIVATE. My forehead creased in confusion. Why private? What the heck was in the box? I rattled it, bringing it up to my ear. Something solid thunked around inside, piquing my interest.
Holding it to my chest, I decided to cut and run and started saying my goodbyes to the group still hanging around table seven, discouraged when I got pulled into several conversations and a hunt for one missing cell phone. When I was finally able to escape, I made a beeline to the coat check area and collected my jacket, making my way to the elevator before it closed on me. Ally from purchasing was inside and she immediately took note of my unopened package. "Didn't want to open your gift, hey?"
I gave the wrapped box a bored look and shrugged. "Just thought it would be more exciting if I opened it while drunk."
She laughed and nodded in agreement, holding up a small envelope. "A fifteen-dollar gift card to Pottery Barn."
I rolled my eyes and laughed as we exited into the parkade. "Well don't spend it all at once! See you in the office on Monday."
The walk to my car was short as my long legs ate up the ground, eager to be alone. Once inside, I made quick work of tearing into the box, surprised to find that it was an actual Nike shoe box. I knew from the weight of it there was no pair of shoes inside. Removing the lid, I found two items wrapped in tissue paper. Grabbing up the first one, I gasped in shocked when I unwrapped a shimmery, flesh-coloured dildo. WTF!? Did someone think I'd actually want a dildo from a co-worker? No thank you! Setting it aside, I grabbed the second item and unwrapped it with new trepidation. My stomach dropped when a beautiful, silver harness fell into my lap.
I looked around the parkade, suddenly feeling paranoid. Who knew I was into pegging? I was so careful with my online persona and in the ten plus years I'd run my kink sites, I'd never been caught. Moving the rest of the tissue paper aside, I found a note and reached for it.
"If you are at all curious who your Secret Santa is, I'll be at the office working late tonight. If not, have a Merry Christmas and I'll continue to admire you from afar."
I mentally went through the head count, trying to figure out who wasn't here tonight and came up at a loss.
"Fuck." This was definitely unexpected. I glanced down at the gifts and turned them over in my hands. Whoever it was, they certainly had excellent taste. Both items were expensive and great quality...and more importantly, nothing I already owned in my VAST collection. Suddenly realizing I was shivering in the cold winter air I started the car and looked at the time. Ten pm. Our office building was opened until midnight Monday to Friday. Decision made, I threw the car into reverse and drove the ten minutes across town, mind going a hundred miles an hour.
At the very least, I needed to know WHO knew my secret. That shit would drive me crazy not knowing. I'd decide how to deal with them once I knew their identity. Pulling my ID card from my wallet, I rode the elevator up to the twenty-ninth floor our company ran headquarters out of. Happy my heels where silent on the thin office carpeting, I looked around the central office area and noticed a few lights left on in some of the work stations. I wandered by each one, stopping by to say hi before "grabbing some important work files I needed". Each one asking how the party was before quickly ignoring me to continue working. Definitely not my Secret Santa.
When I reached the hallway that led to the offices of executives and management, I noticed a light on under one door...and a Santa hat hanging off its door knob.
"Well...fuck...me," I smiled, shaking my head in surprise as I walked towards it. Removing the hat and putting it on, I took a deep breath and knocked on the door twice.
Sam's voice rang out and I entered, shoe box in hand. He was leaning back in his chair, black-rimmed glasses on as he let his fingers drop from his keyboard, smiling huge at my appearance. The city lights twinkled in the background impressively from his floor to ceiling windows.
"What can I do for you, Miss Cabot?"
