A beautiful Thing (An Original Sinners Christmas Story) – Tiffany Reisz

The author of one of my favorite books of 2012 (The Siren by Tiffany Reisz) has posted a short Christmas story 🙂

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ABeautiful Thing

An Original Sinners Christmas story

by Tiffany Reisz

(takes places approximately 3 months before The Siren)

While he was in Bethany, reclining at the table in the home of Simon the Leper, a woman came with an alabaster jar of very expensive perfume, made of pure nard. She broke the jar and poured the perfume on his head. Some of those present were saying indignantly to one another, “Why this waste of perfume? It could have been sold for more than a year’s wages and the money given to the poor.” And they rebuked her harshly.

“Leave her alone,” said Jesus. “Why are you bothering her? She has done a beautiful thing to me.” – Mark 14:3-6 

Nora drove to the music store at the other end of town and ignored her ringing phone the entire way there. Maybe if she didn’t answer it, Kingsley would forget about why he was calling her. December twelfth meant Christmas was all of thirteen days away. She had shit to do.

She pulled into Theremin’s as her phone began bleating once more. With a growl she pulled it out of her coat pocket.

“King, new rule. No kink at Christmas.” She got out of her car and slammed the door behind her.

“Forty thousand dollars,” was his answer.

Nora paused a moment to pick her jaw up off the sidewalk.

“Okay, maybe kink at Christmas. What’s the job?”

“One week in Las Vegas. All expenses paid.”

Nora leaned back against her car hood and crossed her booted legs at the ankle. She held her coat tight around her neck. The temperature had dropped ten degrees since morning. By nightfall it would snow. She could smell it on the air.

“Couple?”

“Only him.”

“Invasive?”

“Bien sûr.”

Nora sighed. Didn’t surprise her.

“Fetishes?”

“Feet. Pain.”

“Sounds pretty basic. What’s the catch?”

For forty-thousand dollars there had to be a catch.

“No catch. Not really.”

“King, don’t bull shit a bullshitter. What’s the catch?”

“His name is Victor Moretti.”

“Motherfucker.”

“Is that ‘yes’ or a ‘non’?” Kingsley asked, his throaty laugh sending the temperature back up ten degrees.

“It’s a ‘Hell, no.’ Moretti? He’s mob. You know I don’t play with the mob. Not anymore.”

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Read the rest of the story on the author’s website: http://tiffanyreisz.com/storytime/a-beautiful-thing/

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