I knew better than to get close. But I never said I was good at following the rules. This Christmas, I’m not just working as an elf—I’m falling into a dangerous game I never saw coming. The moment he walks in, it’s clear this isn’t the Santa who spreads holiday cheer. He’s all heat and dominance, his gaze filled with promises that make me weak in the knees… promises I shouldn't want him to keep. But I’m not running. I’m leaning in, letting him pull me deeper into his world. Every time he calls me “Little Elf,” I know I’ve crossed a line. His touch is electric, his voice addictive. And he’s not playing fair, so neither will I. I should be afraid. I should say no. But what fun is playing it safe when all I want is for him to claim me?