Christmas parties.I hate them.At our office they are mandatory, which isn’t very fair if you ask me. Why be forced into something you don’t want to do just for the sake of “office relations”? If only the high-ups knew what kind of relations were going on, they might change their minds. When I take my boss’ job, which I will one day, I will stop the parties being mandatory. They have this thing where they choose a male and female to be “sexy” Santa’s. This year my friend Wendy, was chosen as the female Santa. She was overjoyed because she really loves things like this. Watching her giggle every time someone whispers, what I can only guess is “sexy” things in her ear, has me suppressing a smile. She looks over at me and gives a wave. I wink at her and give her the thumbs up. I head over to the drinks table and get another drink. If I have to endure this, I’m not doing it sober.Ten minutes later she takes a break and heads over to join me.”Cheer up, Tess. It’s not the end of the world.””God I wish it was.””You’ve not had enough to drink yet.” She beams at me and heads away to grab us a drink.I look around the room. People are having a great time, dancing, laughing and drinking. Well, except the couple in the corner arguing, but then there’s always one. I’m so glad I’m single and have no drama. It’s been six months since I parted ways with Dean. He left his job and we haven’t spoken since. It’s nothing to do with our ‘break up’. More to do istanbul travesti with the fact he was only a temp and moved on. I think of him from time to time but mostly I’m happy to be single. Wendy returns with the drinks in hand.”Can’t you at least try to have fun?” she asks me.”No. Not really.””C’mon, Tess, look, why don’t you go sit on Santa’s lap and tell him what you’d like for Christmas?”I look over at Mr “sexy” Santa. He has the girl on his lap giggling away like we’re in high school.”Yeah, I don’t think so, Wendy.””No. C’mon it’ll be fun!”I highly doubt it, but she begins dragging me towards him anyway. I down my drink before we get there and place the glass on a near-by table.”You owe me a drink for this!” I say, as I step in front of him and wait for Giggles to get off his knee.She reluctantly gets off his knee and he says, “Next.”I just stand there not wanting to step up but Wendy shoves me from behind giving me no choice. I hesitate but sit down anyway.”Hey there, tell Santa your name.” I roll my eyes. “Tess.” “Well Tess, tell Santa what’d you like for Christmas.””Seriously, with the Santa?”He smiles. “Tell Nick what’d you like then.”I laugh. “Nick? Seriously?””Yup.””I don’t want anything.”He doesn’t say anything so I look at him. He is looking right at me. ‘Wow’, is all I can think. He has amazing eyes. Green with the thickest, blackest eyelashes I have ever seen on a man. No wonder he has all istanbul travesti the girls giggling.”Come on, you must want something,” he asks”I’m on the naughty list, so I won’t be getting anything.” I pout my lips for dramatic effect.”And what did you do to be on the naughty list?” “Now that would be telling,” I tease. He smiles a killer smile at me. “There’s things you could do to change Santa’s mind, you know.”I smile. “Maybe I like being on the naughty list.”His smile widens. “I bet you do.” I look behind me at the girl waiting in line. Giggles is back for more and she’s not looking too pleased. I nod my head towards her. “Your girlfriend?” I ask.”No, she’s not. I’m single,” he says.”Oh, does she know that?” I stand up, before she kills me and whisper in his ear, “See you around… Santa.” I look over my shoulder as I walk away. He smiles at me and gives a cheeky wink.I go over to Wendy, who has got me another drink. She hands it over and I gulp it down. I’m feeling quite hot.”How’d it go?” she asks.”Well I think I may like Christmas after all.” I smile.”Ah, so the alcohol is working then?”Something is working, that’s for sure. I don’t say this out loud though; I just mumble, “Mmhmmm.”After ten minutes she heads back to take up Santa duty and I return to wishing the ground would swallow me up. I was enjoying watching Mr Santa but he’s gone now that Wendy has taken his place. I head over to the drinks istanbul travesti table to grab another when a voice behind me asks, “Would you like to dance?”I turn around and it takes me a few seconds to recognize him without all the Santa gear on. But those eyes are unmistakable.”Won’t Mrs Claus be jealous?” I scan the room till I lock eyes with Giggles. Yep, she’d be jealous alright, if the look she’s giving me now is any indication.”I told you, I’m single,” he says, stepping forward and taking my hand. As soon as our hands touch, an electric shock shoots through them, causing my fingers to tingle.He leads me onto the dance floor and pulls me close. He keeps hold on my right hand and snakes the other round my back. We begin to move, slowly. I lay my head on his chest and close my eyes. I hear his heart beating, a good strong rhythm. He smells amazing and feels pretty good too. Strong and toned. I run my hand up his arm and into his hair, entwining my fingers in it. His hair is dark and messy looking but it suits him. The short stubble he has also really suits him… all in all he’s a good looking guy. I open my eyes as we circle and I lock eyes with Giggles again. She is staring right at me. God, she is starting to annoy me. If looks could kill I’d drop dead. I give her a beaming smile. I’m not on the naughty list for nothing. The murderous look she gives me back has me laughing.”What’s so funny?””Nothing,” I murmur. I nestle in closer, swaying just a little bit more than before. If she must glare at me, she can have a real reason. His hand tightens round my back. My breathing gets a little more heavy. I think I’m actually turning myself on. I should stop. Now. But honestly, Giggles is pissing me off so much that I won’t.