Page 34 of Revenge Puck

And while Elle is trimming my beard, I get to stare at her amazing breasts that are right in front of my face.

She does a great job too. Honestly, I barely recognize myself when she’s finished. I look years younger and probably less like a homeless thug.

“Well? What do you think?” she asks when I don’t comment.

Rubbing my fingers over the now neatly short, tidy beard I won’t have to worry about getting food in, I tell her the truth. “I like it.”

“And the hair?”

I thread my fingers through the shorter locks that she put some product in to make it look messy, but in a good way. At least, I guess that was the goal. “Less to wash and drip with sweat, for sure.”

“A glowing recommendation,” Elle says. “Mind if I put that quote on our salon’s social media page?”

“Go for it.”

“Seriously, though, would you mind taking another selfie for me, like a before and after?”

“You sure? I thought the comments yesterday upset you.”

“This photo will go on the salon’s account for the good of growing our business, getting in new customers in the area. Hopefully, they won’t be jerks.”

“Then let’s do it on one condition?”

“What’s that?”

“We keep up our act until the finals are over.”

“You want to keep seeing me through the finals?” she repeats, not the least bit enthusiastic. She’s not having second thoughts about getting back with Riley, is she?

“I want to keep seeing you, Elle.”

“While you’re in town for game two and when you’re back in town for game five?”

“While I’m in town for tomorrow’s game, andifI have to come back for game five,” I amend, because I hope the Warhawks can win four straight games to take the trophy.

“So, we’ll keeping seeing each other until you stop coming to Greensboro, whenever that may be?”

“Yes.” When she doesn’t instantly agree, I tell her, “Come on, Elle. It’ll be fun. And it’ll drive Riley fucking crazy.”

Now she bites her bottom lip, before finally saying, “Deal.”

I’m glad she agreed, even if I had to bring up Riley to seal the deal.

Since I’m about her height sitting, Elle takes a few snaps of us with her phone and then I’m out of excuses to lurk around the salon any longer.

“How much do I owe you?” I ask after she removes my cape and blows the loose hair from my neck with a hairdryer.

“Nothing. It’s on the house.”

“Are you sure?”

“A friend doing another friend a favor.”

“Friends. Right. Well, thank you.”

“Thanks for coming by.”

“Hope to see you tonight.”

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