All I want for Christmas is for my boss to be abducted by aliens. Being stood up at a fancy restaurant on Christmas Eve isn't terrible. It's the worst kind of terrible. It was my first opportunity to have somewhat of a social life in over a year, thanks to my devil boss who never gives me a second to myself. But then a hot, mysterious, absolutely clueless stranger crashes my pity party, agrees to be my date, looks great in a naughty holiday sweater, gets mistaken for a stripper, and goes with it (the man can work a pole!), tries to eat my rabbit, gives me the best present ever in the supply room AND... Just might make all my holiday wishes come true!