Don't Call Me Pookie

Lorelei Bixby needs a job. Not a full-time, life-changing job, just a little part-time job that will save her from going into post-Christmas debt. When she's hired as seasonal help at the mall, she thinks she's found the perfect position. She can handle four weeks of working seven days a week playing Mrs. Santa. Who wouldn't want to be Mrs. Santa? She knows it's going to be a piece of cake. Until she meets Trey Gabriel, who's playing Santa.
The man is too young, too gorgeous, too arrogant, and too bossy to be Santa, and if he doesn't quit with the phony endearments, the kids who want to see Santa are going to see an actual knock-down, drag-out between Santa and Mrs. Santa. Trey Gabriel has no intention of playing Santa Claus in a mall store's toy department, even though he needs to come up with some fast cash for Christmas. First of all, he's not the right age, second of all, he's about fifty pounds too thin, and third, if anyone he knows sees him in the Santa getup, he'll never live it down.
Then he meets the beautiful Lorelei Bixby, who'll be his work wife, and he suddenly sees the light. So what if they can't even have a civil conversation because they're like oil and water? He knows exactly where the two of them are headed. Now he just has to convince Lorelei.