8. Klaus

8

KLAUS

Klaus shook his head as he watched his charge gazing out onto the perfectly round, frozen pond as the two of them sipped hot chocolate. He couldn’t believe that Kelli still wanted to stay, even after the near-disaster at the massage parlor. But though he had barely gotten her free of the crazy massage robot and had seen the painful-looking red marks on her shoulders and thighs, she still refused to relinquish her enthusiasm for the Christmas Village .

He had to admit, she looked adorable, staring out at the pond and sipping her chocolate. There was a tiny bit of whipped cream on the end of her nose, her cheeks were red, and her eyes were sparkling. The sun had sunk beyond the horizon leaving the town’s lights to illuminate the night. Klaus supposed all the festive colors did have a warming effect.

Well , maybe staying the night wouldn’t be so bad. He couldn’t help thinking of how it felt to hold her naked in his arms. He shouldn’t think about it—shouldn’t remember how soft she was or how tight her nipples had looked—but somehow the images kept popping into his head.

Klaus took another sip of the sweet, frothy hot chocolate and tried to push the thoughts away. They would go and look at the cabin and maybe stay the night. And if there was only one bed, he would sleep on the couch, he promised himself. Nothing else was going to happen.

He was positive about that.