Pawliday Love

Chapter 6

CHAPTER SIX

MASON

E very time I thought I was gaining ground with Juliet, she proved me wrong. Maybe I was reading too muchinto our night together. I was going to have to call it quits soon, or I’d officially cross into creeper territory.

Who the hell didn’t like free cookies? I wasn’t lying when I said my roommate was a heck of a baker. Jenny was opening her own shop as soon as she got the funding together. Her cookies were to die for. I’d traded her two weeks of chores in exchange for the goods because working on holidays always sucked, even when you loved your job, and I wanted to make everyone’s day a little brighter.

But Juliet scowled at me like I offered her a poisoned apple.

Maybe I was losing my mind. Maybe she didn’t feel what I felt. But damn it all, she orgasmed four times that night. I fucking counted. Each one felt like a win–like hitting a hole-in-one or shooting a three-pointer right when the buzzer went off. But I could take a hint. Even if it killed me, I’d back off and get my feelings in check. She deserved to be comfortable at work. I could be professional.

I sighed as I made my way onto the stage, still dressed in my goofy red hat, so I could distribute cookies to all the crew. Jenny had made me enough for everyone working, not just the cast.I made my rounds with all the stage techs and lighting guys before heading back to finish getting ready. A quick base layer of makeup to keep the lights from washing me out, and I was good to go.

A whole day of holding the girl I wanted more than anything in my arms.

Only she didn’t want me back.

Merry fucking Christmas.