Matt is sitting in his living room near the front door. He's waiting for the package he brought Monique. It's something Rod told him she desperately wants for Christmas.
"She's been looking for it for a while. Some websites are charging a lot of money for it," he told him.
"I don't care how much it is. I'm going to buy it for her. It'll be the perfect present," Matt stated confidently.
"Damn, she's got your nose wide open," he said laughing.
Matt shrugged his shoulders.
"You know I'm the one-woman kind of man. So, she might have my nose wide open, but you don't understand. The sex we had was amazing! The best I had in a long time," he said.
One of Rod's eyebrows lifted.
"Really?"
"Hell yeah! The way she uses her body is like nothing I ever felt. She was so tight, and she made herself tighter on purpose. She swallowed my cock whole. I never had a woman deep throat me before."
Rod eyes became wide as he stared at his friend.
"Want to tell me more?" Rod asked as he leaned back in his chair.
Matt rolled his eyes.
"That's all you need to know. She's your employee. No need to think about her in any erotic way. Besides, she's mine!" he told him.
He leaned back in his chair. He must find a way to give her the gift.
"I wish I knew where she lives," he said as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
He stared at Rod hoping he would tell him. Rod smiled as an idea hits him.
"Listen, how about we call Rockstar Singing or Big Apple Singing Telegrams. Let them know your situation, and they'll help you," Rod told him.
He sat forward smiling.
"Oh my God! That's a great idea," he said excitedly.
He stared at his best friend. A question in his mind.
"You would really help me?" Matt asked.
Now it was Rod turn to rolled his eyes.
"I am your best friend. I want to see you two together. She makes you happy and I haven't seen you happy in a long time," he admitted.
Matt nodded.
"I just want to make her mines. I don't care about her age. Shit, her age turns me on more," he said.
"Yeah, I know. You always had a thing for older women," Rod chuckled.
"Hey if Hugh Jackman can be happy with an older woman, why can't I?" he questioned.
Rod shrugged his shoulders as he checked the time on his phone.
"I must go to a meeting. I'll text you later. We'll set everything up. Monique is going to be surprise," he smiled.
Matt smiled too as he stood up.
"I can't wait," he said heading out of the office.
As soon as he stepped out, he stared at the now empty desk. Monique wasn't there. She went on vacation. He missed her. It felt like she was avoiding him. She was hardly at her desk when he was here. When she was at the desk, there was an awkwardness between them. She didn't make eye contact with him like she used to. She didn't smile when she saw him either. He hoped this surprise will have them talking again. Hopefully a night of hot and steamy sex.
The doorbell rings. Matt hops off the couch and quickly opens the door to greet the UPS driver.
"Hey, good morning," the driver greets surprise by the quick response.
"Good morning," he returns the greeting.
He signs for the packages and grabs them. For the past several days, Rod and Matt along with Big Apple Singing Telegram made plans. He would be the one to deliver the gift to her. The telegram company had emailed and texted her about the arriving gift. She was excited from what Rod told him when Matt came to his office.
He smiles as he opens the first box. The gift is already wrapped with a small card. The second box has his costume. He pulls it out and stares at it. He starts laughing as it looks silly, but he knows Monique would love the sentiment. He goes to take a quick shower and then puts the outfit on. The material is uncomfortable and tight. Especially the pants. He tries to adjust it, but to no avail.
"Fuck it. I can't take it back now," he says.
He grabs the gift and leaves his house. He gets in the car carefully not wanting to tear the material. Twenty minutes later, he arrives at Monique's house. He gets out his car and walks toward the front door. He's walking funny as the crotch area is pinching his balls. He makes it to the front door as he tugs on it again. Polyester is the worst material. He pulls out the phone and sends a text to the Big Apple. They forward the text to Monique.
She's in her bathroom about to take a shower when her phone alerts her of a text. She turns off the water and grabs her phone. The text reads that her gift is outside. She quickly puts her robe on and ties it. When she opens the door, she gasps.
"Matt! What are you doing here?" she asks.
She stares at his costume and bites the inside of her mouth to prevent from laughing. He doesn't answer as he starts singing holding her gift in his hand. He's wearing an elf uniform. He sings to the best of his ability a Christmas song.
"I don't want a lot for Christmas. There is just one thing I need, and I don't care about the presents. Underneath the Christmas tree. I don't need to hang my stocking. There upon the fireplace. Santa Claus won't make me happy. With a toy on Christmas day. I just want you for my own. More than you could ever know. Make my wish come true. All I want for Christmas is you," he continues to sing.
Then he makes a grand gesture as he drops to one knee with the last note. As soon as his knee touches the ground, there's a loud rip. His heart drops as his eyes becomes wide like golf balls. He ripped his pants! His cheeks flush as he looks up at her sheepishly.
"Oh no! Matt did you rip your pants?" she questions as she tries her best not to laugh.
He stands up and grab his torn pants holding them together. He nods.
"Looks like I made a fool out of myself," he says hanging his head low.
She starts frowning as she stares at him. She holds the door open wide as she moves to the side.
"Come in, Matt. I'll fix your pants," she tells him.
