Santa Baby by Katie Price

add, ‘ But I’m sure you’ve got better muscles ,’ but resisted, as that made it sound as if she had been checking him out. And, yes, while she had been checking him out, she wasn’t sure she wanted him to know that. But in spite of the bizarre situation, she realised that she was actually enjoying spending time with Sean.
    She nipped off to the bathroom at one point to check on her appearance and was relieved to see that her make-up still looked good. But she added an extra layer of mascara, and put on a bit more blusher and sprayed on the final drop of Coco Mademoiselle.
    By the time she was walking downstairs, her family had made it safely into the house.
    ‘Bloody hell!’ her dad exclaimed as he shrugged off his jacket and slung it on the banisters, a habit which drove Marie wild. ‘I’ve never seen anything like it. They’re like wild beasts out there.’ He caught sight of Tiffany. ‘Are you OK, love?’
    ‘I am now I know that you’re all back.’ She gave him a quick hug. ‘Are Marie and Lily-Rose all right?’
    ‘Yeah, they’re in the kitchen with Sean.’
    Marie was making him another cup of tea, while Lily-Rose was staring out of the window, fascinated by the photographers, and as Tiffany walked in she heard her step-mum say, ‘Sweetie, why don’t you go into the lounge and watch CBBC? I’ll bring you a snack through.’
    Lily-Rose was reluctant to leave until Marie bribed her with a packet of chocolate buttons. Then she turned her attention to Tiffany.
    ‘We’ve been so worried about you. What an ordeal!’ Marie enfolded her in a hug.
    ‘I’m absolutely fine. I’ve been more worried about you and Lily-Rose.’
    ‘No probs, babes, we had our own personal bodyguard.’ Marie looked over at Sean and Tiffany could have sworn that her step-mum had a glint in her eye.
    ‘I felt all important and glam, like Whitney Houston in The Bodyguard , when Sean escorted us from the car.’
    ‘Well, please don’t sing,’ Tiffany teased her, sitting down at the worn oak table opposite Sean. Marie was tone deaf but loved singing and adored belting out ballads, which cleared the room and terrified Minnie the cat.
    Chris came into the kitchen. ‘Will you stay for supper, Sean? It’s the least we could do, to thank you for looking out for Tiffany.’
    ‘I was just doing my job, but thanks. Supper would be great, I don’t have to be in Sussex until tomorrow morning.’
    ‘And how about a beer?’ Chris continued. ‘Tiffany, can you get Sean a beer? In fact, make that two, I’ll have one too. And now I have to think about what to cook.’ Chris rubbed his hands together; he loved cooking for guests. ‘How about seared salmon on a bed of Singapore noodles?’
    ‘Sounds good to me,’ Sean replied. ‘It beats the ready meal I was going to shove in the microwave.’
    ‘I’d have thought you would be into healthy eating. My body is my temple kind of thing,’ Tiffany commented, handing him a bottle of Bud and a glass. She had poured herself a glass of wine.
    ‘It’s a temple I bet a lot of women wouldn’t mind worshipping at – myself included!’ Marie commented, and then clapped her hand over her mouth in embarrassment as Tiffany and Chris exchanged appalled glances.
    ‘I’m so sorry! It’s my pregnancy hormones. I’m going to check on Lily-Rose.’ And Marie practically ran out of the room.
    ‘She’s lived a sheltered life,’ Chris joked. ‘But you do look as if you work out.’
    Sean nodded, and Tiffany wondered if he was going to mention the army. Instead he said, ‘It’s nice to have a compliment from someone. I’ve had your eldest daughter criticising my sense of style. It’s too boring for her apparently.’
    ‘I wouldn’t worry … she does that to everyone. And I wouldn’t mind, but her style isn’t always on the mark.’
    Tiffany glared at her dad and then looked at what she was wearing – a flirty floral dress, toughened up with her leather jacket and beige suede