Page 326 of Playing the Pucking Game
I wiggle my ass at her, and she laughs. I wish I could bottle the sweet sound to listen to forever.
After loading up the waffles, I drizzle everything with caramel sauce and carry it over.
Parker’s eyes go wide as she takes it all in.
“That looks incredible.” She’s practically drooling.
“Shame you don’t want anything,” I tease, lowering the plate to my lap.
“I’m sure I could eat a little bit,” she says, shuffling closer. She sits on her knees beside me and gazes at the two spoons in my hand.
“Oh, did you want one of these?”
“It’s a good thing you’re so hot because you’re not remotely funny.”
“Lies.” I laugh as I hand a spoon over.
Parker drags her spoon through everything before closing her mouth around it. She groans, and my cock jerks in response.
Down, boy. There’s gonna be none of that tonight. We’re taking care of our girl.
“Why didn’t you tell me that you’d put in a complaint against him?” I ask. I hate to bring that asshole back up again, but I can’t deny that hearing it hurt.
“Linc.” She sighs. “I know you want to fight every battle for me, but sometimes you’re going to have to let me do it myself.”
I huff, filling my mouth with waffle and ice cream to stop me from saying something she won’t like.
“Just because we’re together, and just because we work together, doesn’t mean that we have to do everything together. You’ll have your issues, and I’ll have mine. That’s okay. I didn’t want you getting involved because you have your own stresses and demands. Plus, I knew you’d go in with your fists,” she says, raising a brow and glancing at my bloody knuckles.
“Well, sometimes it’s the way things need resolving.”
“And if he presses charges?”
“He won’t,” I say confidently.
“But what if he does?”
“Then I’ll take the punishment. I don’t give a fuck, Parker. The only thing I care about is you, and there was no fucking way that asshole was getting away with it.”
A fresh wave of anger surges through me as I think about those few moments again.
“I’m sorry I?—”
“No. Fuck that, Parker. You have nothing to apologize for. You did nothing but your job. All of this is on him.”
“I know that. I just…I hate that you got dragged into it.”
“Literally my job,” I mutter before having another spoonful.
I don’t want to toot my own horn or anything, but these waffles are amazing.
“Can we talk about something else? We’ve wasted enough energy on him tonight.”
“Sure. What do you want to talk about?”
“Uhh…”
“Maybe about what kind of incredible sexy dress I’m going to buy you for the Valentine’s gala?”
