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He picks up a pearl white one with a teal bow and glitter designs surrounding it. It’s one of my favorite bulk ornaments I make, but it’s not very manly. He brings it to the counter, and I raise a brow at him as I ring him up and wrap the ornament with care.

“It’s for my niece. This will be her first Christmas,” he says, answering my unspoken question. I blush again. God, that’s annoying. I’ve never blushed so much in my whole life. I hand him the receipt, which he uses to write his number on before handing it back.

“If you have any other issues with this lady harassing you, please call me. I’ll take care of everything,” he tells me before picking up my hand and placing a soft kiss on the back of it, turning it over and placing his number in my palm, and pressing my fingers gently closed around the scrap of paper. Then, before I can come out of my stupor, he’s walking out of my store, giving me a smirk and a small wave before he’s gone.

I should really get back to work on the other ornament orders I have, but the only image I’m picturing is Brandon and what his would look like. For the first time I see a knight slaying a dragon, I can’t make sense of it, but that’s not my job. My job is to make what I see, even if Brandon didn’t order or ask for one. I feel obligated to make this piece. Like I might go crazy if I don’t create this piece.

Chapter 4

Brandon

“CUT!! Brandon! What the hell is wrong with you?” Steve, the director, shouts after I mess up another scene.

“Sorry, Steve, my head is in another place right now,” I tell him, shaking my head to clear thoughts of Trixie.

“Well, you better get it together now. I’m not taking all day on this one fucking shot,” he barks, huffing, and I try to stifle my laugh.

Steve may sound like a hard-ass, but he’s actually a pretty cool guy. I’ve worked with him on over eight projects now and know that he’s the kind that doesn’t let this industry change him. He would give you the shirt off his back if you needed it. It takes me two more tries, but finally, I get my long monologue out of the way perfectly, and Steve calls cut.

“That’s a wrap for the day. I want to see you all back in here on Monday, seven a.m. sharp,” he yells, and everyone scatters, trying to get out of here as fast as possible.

I head to my trailer to get ready for my date. I don’t have time to go back to the hotel, shower, change and then get back to pick up Trixie at her store, so I decided to bring extra clothes with me this morning and just get ready on set. I strip out of my clothes, place my phone on the counter and hop into the shower in the tiny trailer bathroom.

I close my eyes as the steaming hot water runs over my body. I moan at the feeling of my tight muscles finally relaxing. The closer time gets to me seeing Trixie again, the more I relax. God, she is absolutely stunning. I’ve never seen someone as beautiful as her in my entire life. She’s tiny, like, barely reaches my chest tiny. She flutters around her shop like a fairy, and I swear I could just sit and watch her work all day. I groan as an image of her comes to mind. One of her in a tiny little elf costume, bells on her feet and garters sticking out just underneath her short skirt. I groan again as my dick gets painfully hard, red and purple, angry as fuck, needing a release. The image in my head is the sexiest shit I’ve ever imagined, and I get lost in the daydream.

So lost, in fact, that I don’t hear the trailer door opening or someone walking around inside. I sure as fuck don’t hear someone opening the bathroom door and getting undressed. I’m stuck in my daydream of Trixie until I hear…

“Is that something I can help you with?” a sickeningly sultry voice says from the doorway, almost causing me to slip and fall on my fucking ass at the surprise invasion.

“WHAT THE FUCK!!! WHO ARE YOU? GET THE FUCK OUT!!” I yell as I turn my front toward the shower wall, trying to cover as much of myself as I can.

I look back to see if a camera or phone is pointed my way. The last thing I fucking need is nudes ending up online. I don’t think I could ever get away from that fucking reputation, and I refuse to let Trixie see those images splashed all over the damn internet. My dick is hers and hers alone.

When I look at the woman in my bathroom, I have to hold in a groan. I know this crazy fucking lady, and I swear nothing I do gets rid of her. She’s been to almost every single one of my meet and greets since I was seventeen. Last year, I had to get a restraining order against her when she showed up at a party and tried to seduce me. I tried to be polite about it, but she started going crazy. Swearing I was her soulmate, and she had been in love with me all her life.

When I politely turned her down again, she started hitting and punching me, telling me she would kill herself if I didn’t love her back. I don’t know, the whole situation was crazy as hell, and luckily there were enough witnesses around that backed me up. I was told she was put in a mental institution and held for severe delusions. I thought I was supposed to get a call when she got out. Apparently, someone fucked up because I did not get a call.

“You remember me, baby,” she says, and I can tell she’s getting closer to the shower.

That’s when I remember, I put my cell on the counter with my towel. I quickly open the door, grabbing both in one swoop before shutting the glass door again and holding it closed as she tries to open it and join me. I know she’s in her red bra and panties from the quick glimpse I got of her as I was trying to figure out who the hell was in my bathroom. I keep my eyes completely averted. No way in hell am I giving her the idea I want her in any way. I quickly wrap the towel around my waist then dial the set security guard as she continues to bang on the shower door.

“Tina? How the fuck did you get in here? This is a secure set,” I demand, fuming. This is another fucking reason I hate my career.

“Oh, if you know the right people and what they really like, you can pretty much get in anywhere,” she tells me, winking before trying again to open the door.

Fuck me, that means she probably fucked the security. The same security I’m trying to call. Well, fuck that. I’ll go straight for the fucking throat. I hang up and dial one more number, turning and whispering, so she doesn’t hear me as well. With her banging and screaming, I think I’m safe. I quickly whisper into the phone I need cops here, that a crazy stalker is trying to get to me. I hang up quickly, knowing I only need to stall for a few minutes to let the cops get here and get this bitch away from me.

“Seriously, why are you doing this? I’ve told you multiple times, I’m not in love with you. I don’t want you,” I tell her formally. I’m so sick of this shit, and I just want to get to Trixie, take her out for a nice dinner and get to know the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with.

“If you gave me a chance, you would see I’m perfect for you! I’ve read every article, watched every interview, learned everything I could about you. I’m perfect for you. Just give me a chance,” she says, going back and forth between trying to pry the door I’m holding closed open, and banging on the glass. Finally, what feels like hours later but is probably only minutes, we hear sirens. I take in a deep breath, but the minute Tina hears the sirens, her eyes go wide, and she turns, rushing out of the bathroom. Fuck, I can’t chase after her in just a towel. All I can do is pray the cops catch her as she’s trying to leave.

Twenty minutes later, there is no luck on Tina’s whereabouts, and all the fucking cops want to tell me is they will continue to search for her. If I don’t leave within the next ten minutes, I will be late for my date with Trixie, and I refuse to keep her waiting. Instead, I shake the cop’s hands and head out for my date. I decide not to tell Trixie about this. I’m almost certain now Tina was the one who destroyed Trixie’s store. I want her caught before worrying Trixie about this. I’ll tell her soon, but I want tonight to be perfect. It’s our first date, and I don’t want that other woman looming over us like a black cloud. I have to make everything perfect for my woman.

Chapter 5

Trixie

Icheck the time again before setting down my paintbrush and hopping up off my desk. I wanted to finish this last ornament before my date, and I should have had plenty of time, but the store has been busier than usual. Can’t complain about that, but of all days… today? My first date ever? I know, kind of pathetic, right? I’m Twenty-Five and never had a date.

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