Excerpt of Stripping Christmas White Hot Christmas by Zenobia Renquist

Alex wasn't going to get anywhere arguing about the marriage thing. She tried a different tactic. "What website?"

Kris walked over to a large desk. Alex followed him. Kris pulled up the website in question and gestured to it. "It seemed the perfect place to find my bride after searching this past year to no avail."

Alex rolled her eyes at the title of the site –– Finding Your Perfect Mrs. Claus. It was her boss's idea of getting into the holiday spirit. She said, "Show me what you clicked on to get to me."

The page had two buttons –– one said Naughty and the other said Nice. Naughty referred to strippers who did full nudity, while Nice referred to strippers who went down to a string bikini.

Kris clicked the Nice button, which led to a page of pictures. Alex's picture was the last on the page. Kris said, "I looked through all of the girls and found you the most desirable as my wife." He clicked on her picture and loaded a page featuring stats about Alex –– age, height, weight, likes, etc –– and a vid of Alex wearing a Mrs. Claus ball gown while handing out presents to a room full of happy men.

Gesturing to the vid, Kris said, "You are a bringer of joy. Looking at this video confirmed you would be my perfect wife. I paid the dowry and here you are."

Alex snorted. "Dowry, huh?" He had to mean the private party fee to have her strip on location.

"It was a small sum, but I paid it gladly."

"Did you click on the button that says more?" She pointed to the bottom right of the screen.

Kris clicked the button. Another page loaded, showing the second half of the vid that had started on the previous page. It showed Alex ripping open her Mrs. Claus breakaway dress to the hooting and hollering of the men who had just gotten her presents. She danced on and around a pole while men stuffed money down her bra and panties.

Alex watched as Kris turned pale and his ears drooped until they were almost folded in half. His look of horror returned.

"What... what are you doing? This is naughty. This is extremely naughty. No wife of the House of Kringle should do such things as this."

"Next time click the more button," Alex said with a shrug. "Look, Kris. It's no big if you don't want me here. I'll talk to my boss and get your money back. We can chalk this up to a fun mistake and go about our lives. Just tell Noël to bring the car around and take me home."

"You cannot go home."