Forbidden Santa — Kira Blakely

A gold letter, wrapped in diamonds, addressed to me.

“You are cordially invited to Mystique Island.”
It's a Christmas ball fit for a queen.

I'm going to be a special package.
A billionaire's dream girl, delivered to his villa.
Bound in a tight red bow, ready to be unwrapped
This is out of my comfort zone, totally unlike me.
I've been a good girl up till now.
But this island has a way of turning good girl's naughty.
So I'll sit on Santa's knee.
And whisper my deepest desires in his ear.

He's checking his list
And checking me twice.
This good girl will be very nice.