Page 47 of Nothing to Lose: Lost Trilogy: Part 1
“Puck, be careful,” I beg. That’s all I need, for my father’s bodyguard to throw his back out because he picked me up after he blew my mind with his skills in between the sheets.
“You better not be saying that for any other reason than you being worried that I’m gonna trip,” Puck threatens.
“Yes, sir,” I mock him and roll my eyes.
“Hey, you’ll be calling mesirfor the rest of your stay here. Don’t tempt me.”
I love how goofy and playful Puck is. This back and forth banter is making my heart happy. I feel like I’ve known him for all my life.
That last thought is sobering. I just met Puck last night, I shouldn’t feel the way I do toward him. I think this was my problem when I met Steve. He was so over the top nice to me, made me feel like a princess. I was so upset when dad told me Steve was no good for me.
I wonder what dad would say about Puck, I think to myself. Would he approve of him? Tell me never to talk to him again? Not that he has any say in my love life, and, in all honesty, he never forced his opinions on me.
In fact, the only time he tried to put his foot down was when I told him I was coming to Texas. In the end, he gave in, most likely because he realized that I wasn’t a little kid he could order around. And not like he was supporting me financially. He had nothing to dangle over my head.
“Let’s clean up really quick,” Puck sets me on my feet right outside the shower. “We need to be out of here in the next half hour. If not, you’ll be late to your appointment.”
“I’ve always wanted to have sex in the shower,” I confess when the water wets my hair, and I feel Puck stepping in behind me.
“You’ve never had sex in the shower?” His voice sounds shocked and high pitched when he asks, making me laugh.
“Never,” I grin at him.
“We’ll have to fix that, babe,” he winks at me. “Just not right now, yeah?”
In a way, I wish Puck was so taken with me, he wouldn’t care about appointments or where we need to be at whatever time. I wish he just took me again right here and now. Showed me everything he knows.
I chastise myself for the little bit of disappointment him being considerate does to me. It’s really stupid, and I should appreciate it instead.
“Thank you for rinsing my hair off.” I turn around and give him a closed mouthed kiss, which he returns. It feels so domesticated somehow. It’s something I’ve always wished to have.
“You got it, babe,” he murmurs against my lips, then gives me a light pat on the backside. That’s followed by a hard squeeze of my buttock.
I get out of the shower and towel off while Puck is still in the stall. I don’t want him to have to wait on me, and I don’t want to be late for this meeting with the attorney, so I squeeze the excess water out of my hair, then get to work on it. I spray some detangler in, then anti frizz stuff, then brush it until it’s nice and smooth.
The drying process is fairly quick, and I debate for a second if I should try to curl it or do anything fancy with it. Puck turning the water off in the shower makes up my mind. The way it is will have to do.
I go to the bedroom and pull out of my bag the clothes I want to wear today. I didn’t bring anything super fancy, but I still want to look professional.
My cell phone ringing from inside my purse startles me, making me drop the clean pair of panties I’d just picked up.
“Dad,” I smile into the phone even though he can’t see me.
“Emily.” He sounds like he is all business, causing the smile to fall off my face. “Are you ready to leave the hotel?”
“Uh, almost. I just got out of the shower, and Puck is taking me for coffee.” That little piece of information slips out, and I want to slap myself for it. I can only hope my dad didn’t catch it.
“What is Puck doing in your room?” The way he spits out Puck’s name would be funny under different circumstances.
“He, uh, he…” I completely lose my train of thought when I lift my eyes to the sight of Puck walking out of the bathroom. Naked. He winks at me and saunters to his own bag in the corner of the room. I didn’t even realize his bag was here. How did that happen?
“Put him on the phone,” dad barks at me, and I comply as if on auto pilot.
I walk to Puck and stretch my hand that’s still holding the phone.
“My dad wants to talk to you,” I inform him right before I let go of the phone. He ends up having to juggle it around so he wouldn’t drop it.
“Mr. Devereaux,” he murmurs quietly into the phone, making me wonder who he is addressing.
