It was Gina, but not any version of Gina that he’d ever seen. She was dressed in full-on sexy Santa gear—an off-the-shoulder red velvet number with a flounce of white fur at the hem and another around the neckline. It barely reached the middle of her thighs. Those white vinyl platform boots…disco reference? Along with the disco ball earrings
The gold necklace spelling the name “Gina” might also qualify as disco, but at that point his brain glitched because of how it nestled in her cleavage, in that perfect smooth valley between plump mounds of flesh…
He blinked out of his trance and dragged his gaze away from her chest. The rest of her was just as fascinating, anyway—the merry light in her eyes, the dusting of glitter in her hair, the red curve of her lips. Don’t look at her lips, asshol
