Page 35 of Nothing to Lose: Lost Trilogy: Part 1
As if she can tell I find her behavior to be off, Becca continues teasing me about it as we board off the plane and walk toward where the pickup area is. My father’s bodyguards, or the men he hired for the job, are supposed to wait for us there.
I am almost on my toes, cursing the fact I don’t have at least an extra two inches, closer to Becca’s more average height, straining to figure out who I’m supposed to be looking for.
“Oh, that’s us!” I finally spot this guy holding a sign.Emily Stewartis scribbled in block letters.
The closer we get to him, the bigger the guy gets. By the time we’re standing in front of him, I am completely overwhelmed by his presence. His focused eyes pierce right through me, and the tattoos peeking from his dress shirt give him a dangerous but sexy vibe.
“I’m so glad we only got the carry-on,” I chatter as we get closer to our ride to the hotel. In a nervous move, I grab Becca’s hand and force her to walk a little faster to keep up with me. I don’t understand why she’s always so damn slow.
“He’s not gonna go anywhere, Em,” she pulls back, but I don’t let go until we’re finally in front of our guy.
“Hi,” I squeak up at him, nervous when he doesn’t even blink. “I’m Emily Stewart.”
He focuses his eyes on me. “May I see some identification, please?”
I am so confused when he asks that, I can’t even think.
“Uh, yeah, of course.”
I look around wondering what I’m supposed to do with my bag since he’s not moving, until I finally drop it to the ground, then dig through my purse to find my wallet. I let out a sigh of relief when I find it and shove it in this guy’s face.
He stares at it but doesn’t really seem to see it, then grumbles, “This way, please.”
I jump in surprise when he bends down to grab my bag, then attempts to get Becca’s. She’s not into it.
“Shouldn’t we knowyourname? What if you’re here to kidnap us?”
She’s got a point, I think to myself. I shouldn’t be this naïve and assume he’s safe just because he had a sign with my name on it. Anyone could do that.
“Blake Sully.” I almost jump back when he growls at us, but Becca is fearless. Thank God I brought her with me.
“Em, did your dad give you the name of the person picking us up?”
Again, great question. I need to get my shit together. I unlock my phone and start scrolling furiously to find where I saved all the travel information Malone sent to me a couple of days ago. I let out a sigh of relief when I find it.
“Blake Sully,” I squeal with joy, grateful the name matches what he said. “That’s our driver’s name,” I confirm to her.
The three of us turn to walk outside the airport building. I blink in surprise when I notice a luxury SUV parked at the curb. That’s where Blake Sully is leading us toward. I guess I shouldn’t have expected anything less from my father.
When the driver’s side opens, a new person steps out and walks toward us. I am speechless. While Blake Sully is massive and so intimidating, this guy’s size does tingly things to my belly.
He is tall, but a little shorter than his partner in crime, so to speak. When he smiles, he shows us a full set of white teeth. He bends at the waist, one arm at the back and the other at his waist.
“Who are you?” Becca’s voice startles me from my assessment of this wonderful specimen of a man.
“Puck, at your service, ma’am.”
From the way he speaks and acts, it is obvious that he is teasing my friend, and I can’t stop the big smile taking over my face.
“I love your name.” That’s the only thing I can think of saying when his eyes meet mine. I put a hand out to introduce myself. “I’m Emily.”
I get so nervous when he touches me, I can’t think.His hand sort of lingers, and my fingers don’t want to let go. However, I have to, unless I want to make things awkward.
I glance at Becca. “You ready?”
“I guess,” she mumbles, but it is obvious that she is not into it at all.
I rush the two of us into the back of the SUV. Blake Sully and Puck wait until we’re in, then, as if in formation, they both take their respective place in the front, like a well-oiled machine, with Puck in the driver’s seat.
