Page 30 of Puck Shy

“I’m still going to try to make them work.”

She chuckles. “Seriously, don’t worry about it. I’ll ask that woman, Rachel, if she wants to do some scenes together. She was great with us the other night.”

My thighs clench automatically as my pussy remembers the way Rachel’s tongue had felt on me. My scalp tingles remembering the way Nia had controlled my head, holding me by my ponytail as Lucas fucked my mouth. Jesus, that was amazing.

“You’re thinking about it now, aren’t you?” she teases.

“Thanks for making me wet before I have to go be professional with my new boss.”

“You said he’s not your boss.”

“Semantics.”

“Don’t allow yourself to complicate this, Stevie. Do your job, have fun. See what happens. You’re normally not this uptight about shit. Just let things flow.”

She’s right. I take a few calming breaths then grab my backpack off the passenger seat. “Okay. I’m going to do this.”

“You are.”

“It’s going to be great.”

“It is.”

“I love you, Nia. Thanks for being such a kick-ass friend.”

“I love you, too, girl. And please let me know how that cock works out for you.”

I grit my teeth. “I’m not going to bang Lucas again.”

“Whatever you say.”

“Okay, I’m hanging up now.”

“Bye, Gorgeous.”

One of the assistant managers come get me when I make my way inside the arena. People are starting to show up for the game happening in a few hours, but it’s quiet otherwise. The assistant offers me a water and then leaves me in an office whose furnishings consist of a desk and two chairs and not much else.

There are a few framed pictures of past and present Stormbreaker teams on the walls, but it doesn’t look like anyone occupies this space on a regular basis. There also aren’t any windows, which makes the room feel a little suffocating, but I do my best to stay calm.

I know I’m just nervous to see Lucas again. Partly because every time I see him, my stomach flutters, but also because I really don’t want to screw this up. This job is something I never could’ve dreamed up. And Nia is right. It really is perfect for me.

“Stevie.”

I jump at my name and turn to see Lucas standing in the door. He’s smiling wide, his delicious body dressed in a bright navy suit that hugs his toned form like a glove and makes those wintery eyes pop. I’ve seen him dressed up like this in pictures and on TV but not in person. Holy mother of God, he looks good.

I swallow the lump in my throat and internally scold my pussy, telling her to behave. I can’t break my professionalism because of a suit. No matter how hot said suit makes Lucas look.

“H-hey,” I manage to say, my voice coming out all squeaky.

Lucas raises his eyebrow in amusement. The damn bastard knows the effect he has on me, especially since I just greeted him in a Minnie Mouse voice. To make matters worse, he places his hands in the pockets of his slacks and swaggers into the room. Yes, swaggers.

“I’m glad you made it here all right,” he says.

“I probably would’ve gotten lost, but your assistant manager helped me.”

He nods, striding behind the desk to pull out the rolling chair. For a moment, I think he’s going to sit behind the desk, but then he wheels the chair out and places it next to me then sits down. He folds his hands on his lap, his body angled slightly toward me.

“So,” he says after a time.

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