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She bends over with her back to us, and I grin at Ben, both of us watching the curve of her ass and the way her skirt rides up to her thighs as she bends over. She’s wearing knee-high boots and I picture myself running my hands down her nylon clad thighs until I reach her boots, then slowly unzipping them, exposing her toned legs. I haven’t bought them gifts yet, I’ve been too busy and suddenly I know exactly what I’m going to get for them. A few days in the sunshine where she can sit with those legs in the sunshine when they’re not wrapped around one or other of us in the bedroom, or the pool, or on the beach.
Ben whistles in appreciation and she snaps upright, a length of greenery coiled in her hands.
“I bought some mistletoe. For the flat. Although if you want me to put it up in the shop, then I can. You could do with some more festive cheer around here, Matt. It’s a bit barren out there.”
“That’s because I sold out of almost everything today,” I say, then I groan. I glance between Ben’s erection pushing open the fly of his jeans to Jocelyn’s pouting lips as she holds the length of mistletoe in her hands. It’s like a mistletoe version of tinsel, about three meters long, with berries and sprigs set along the length. We could wind it around her arms before tying her to the table, or we could tie her ankles with it so long as we were careful not to let it cut into her. Or I could wrap it around Ben’s cock, just for fun. Or tie him up with it. Or… Or… Or…
I groan as reality hits me. One, this is a commercial kitchen and two, I have a business to run and work to do. But, maybe with their help, we can bake the macarons that I need and then head home together.
“Put it in the office,” I say. “And I have a lot of macarons to make. You two could always help.”
“Or we could go back home and wait for you…” Jocelyn says cheekily. “I’m sure we could find something to do to occupy the time while we wait.”
“Matt,” Ben says, and I turn to face him. “You know you don’t need to do this?”
“Do what?”
“Prove yourself to me.”
“What do you mean?” I say and this time it’s me who can’t meet his eye.
“I know you only do this because… because of all those things I said, you know, about you having so much money and not knowing what it was like to need to work and… I’m sorry.”
Jocelyn stands with the mistletoe coiled in her hands, staring at us. “Ben, that’s not…” then she looksat me. “Is that true? I thought you enjoyed this. Why would you do this if you didn’t love it?”
Ben snorts and shakes his head.
“What?” Jocelyn demands. He puts his arms around her and kisses the top of her head.
“You two live in a different world,” he says. “Some of us have always associated working with something you have to do, not something you choose to do.”
“Says the actor,” Jocelyn responds.
“Yes, and when I started down this path, it was because I was driven. Driven despite knowing I’d most likely not succeed in the first place, and if I did succeed, then the chances were my income would be temporary, uncertain, below minimum wage when averaged out over a year.”
She stares at him.
“You do know that it is much more difficult for working class kids to work in the creative industries?”
She tilts her head to one side and thinks about it. “I imagine it’s harder in most industries. Whatever I chose to do, Dad would know someone who would know someone. But that still doesn’t explain…”
“He is right, Jocelyn,” I say, turning away from them to face the counter. Everything is set up already for the next batch, so I start measuring and weighing and mixing, finding the familiar routine soothing in the midst of yet another emotional conversation. This batch is going to be Chai with a cinnamon filling. They were supposed to be red berry, but I’m going to make my favourites to cheer myself up in the midst of all of this.
Once the batter is at the right stage to pipe it, Jocelyn’s arms come around my waist and she presses her body against the back of mine.
“Matt?”
“Yes?” I can still fill the piping bag with batter, with her holding me like that, so I keep working. She moves with me as I fill the baking tray with the neatly piped shells. They’ll rest for around an hour now, as the batter needs to form a thick skin before going in the oven. I set a timer and put my hands over Jocelyn’s.
“I need to make the next batch.”
She lets me go, but when I turn around, she’s in front of me and takes my hands in hers. I’m going to have to wash my hands and change my apron now, so I pull her into me and kiss her. As her warm mouth opens for my tongue and she deepens our kiss, I realise how much I’ve missed her over these last few weeks. Six more months and she’ll be finished at the Academy and I can’t wait until she’s living here with us.
I know her work will take us away from us, and my business keeps me here more often than not, but it’ll be good to know that her home is with us. She pulls back.
“If you didn’t have to be here every day and keep such different hours to us, we could see so much more of each other.” She pouts at me and I laugh. Then I give her a sweet peck on the cheek.
“That is very true, but if I do that, then I’ll spend my life following you two around and I won’t have anything that belongs solely to me, will I?”
