Chapter 8. Working Hard

Angelica’s POV

After taking a deep, shaky breath, I gained my composure.

I wasn’t supposed to act so foolishly, no matter how hot the man before me was and how much I would’ve loved to rip his mask and kiss the hell—- I groaned inwardly at the drifting thoughts again before I cleared my throat.

“I can help you make popcorn,”

Yes. That was the best answer that left my otherwise intelligent and sassy mouth as I struggled to control my emotions and thoughts.

“It’s okay. I got this,” he said, his gaze still intense.

His mask made it impossible to tell if he was annoyed or neutral, leaving so much for the overthinking thoughts that I was already overwhelmed with.

“I am sorry for sleeping on you earlier,” I blurted out when I couldn’t find anything else, and he stopped what he was doing, placing the scissors on the counter before turning to me.

“I am not offended by your actions, Miss Angelica. However, I would rather you don’t rub pe