If you were penniless and lonely, and you'd lost all hope, would you let Santa, the Billionaire grant you a wish? I fell in love with Nick Prince the day I started work as his PA, but I knew it would never work for two reasons: a) He was married, and b) his wife was my best friend. Boy, do I know how to pick 'em. So I ignored my feelings, and I got on with my life as best as I could. Then Olivia died, leaving us both devastated. Two years later, he's still grieving. I don't think he's ever going to get over losing her. He doesn't feel the same way I do, and he's never going to be mine. I don't want to spend the rest of my life waiting for him, and anyway, I have to leave. My sister is in trouble and needs my help - not that I have any money left to give her. I'm broke, and I can't afford to keep flying up to see her. I need to move closer to her, and keep her safe from her abusive husband. I go into Nick's office to hand in my resignation, and I discover him in a Santa suit. He's off to the local children's hospital to hand out teddies from his toy store. And then he points to the mistletoe hanging from his office door... I'm ready to move on with my life. It's too little, too late. I'm over him, and my priorities have changed. The last thing I want is a Christmas kiss from Saint Nick, even if the look in his eyes is anything but saintly. Oh... who am I kidding? Maybe just one before I go...