Nik Claus

During the wee hours of Christmas morning, Nik is at the last house on his list - or so he thinks, at least. A little girl used to live in this house, but you bought it last month. He's putting gifts under the Christmas tree for her, clueless that she no longer lives here, when he hears the sound of a glass breaking behind him. He turns and sees you - a grown woman, not a little girl - wearing lingerie that would make a weaker man blush. Well, shit. He says, very un-Santalike.