She picks up both of our drinks with a smile and licks her plump bottom lip then looks at me. “So, do you want to switch drinks?”

“I’d rather you be wearing that elf costume from last night than suffer through one sip of that eggnog.”

She shrugs her shoulder. “Suit yourself.”

Lifting my glass to my lips, I sip and taste a fruity blend mixed with what I think is vodka. It’s not half-bad actually, though I’d never admit it to the woman beside me currently licking the caramel sauce from her lips after setting down her drink.

“You missed a spot.” I point at the right of her mouth.

She sticks out her tongue and tries to reach it, and I roll my eyes, taking a napkin off the pile on the bar.

“Here.” I offer it to her.

She accepts it but completely misses the spot when she dabs at her face.

“Here.” I snatch the napkin from her and gently wipe at the stubborn spot of sticky substance.

It’s not until I’m finished that it dawns on me how close we are to one another. She’s turned to face me, so her legs rest between my spread ones. I let my hand drop and crumple up the napkin, tossing it on the bar while I clear my throat and maneuver my legs around hers so I can once again face the bar.

“What does your sweater say? I didn’t notice,” I ask to break the spell she has me under. Raising my drink to my lips, I take a swig, then set it down and turn my head to look at her.

Her hands are on her hips while she juts her chest out as though she’s proud as punch. “It says, ‘I’m so good Santa came twice.’”

The sip of my drink gets trapped in my throat and I cough, trying to catch my breath.

“Are you okay?” I hear her say through my hacking, but I can’t see her because my eyes are now watering.

Bloody hell, this woman is a menace to my good sense.

It takes me a minute, but I recover, dabbing my eyes with another one of the napkins from the bar. “Sorry, went down the wrong pipe.”

“I thought maybe it was my sweater.” She grins as though she’s enjoying my reaction.

“I’ll be honest, I wasn’t expecting that. I was figuring on something sweet like, ‘Jesus is the reason for the season’ or something.”

“Oh, I love a punny Christmas sweater. Especially if they’re a little dirty.”

“Then that’s a good one.” I nod toward her sweater, purposely averting my eyes away from the way her breasts strain the fabric.