Page 6 of Huge Pucking Play

Her laughter is infectious, and I find myself joining in, momentarily forgetting about the search and simply enjoying her company.

She stifles a yawn and I glance at my watch, frowning. "It's getting late. Maybe we should get you a room for the night."

Cyn bites her lip. "But...I don't have any money. I mean, I do, but I don’t have access to it right now. I usually pay for everything using my phone."

"Don't worry about it," I say, waving off her concern. "I've got you."

We make our way to the front desk, Cyn's pink slippers shuffling across the marble floor.

"I'll pay you back. I promise," she insists, her eyes earnest.

I smile. "We'll figure it out later."

The attendant greets us with a practiced smile. "How may I help you?"

"We need a room for the night," I say.

His smile falters. "I'm sorry, sir. We're completely booked."

Cyn's face falls, and I feel a twinge in my chest. I can't leave her stranded.

“You must have something,” I prod. “A cancellation maybe?”

“My apologies, sir, but we have absolutely nothing available for tonight.”

I thank the man and lead Cyn back toward the casino area.

"Look," I say, leaning in. "My suite has a couch. You're welcome to take the bed, and I'll sleep on the couch."

She hesitates. "I couldn’t do that. I’d feel horrible."

I shake my head. "Well, I can’t leave you here with nowhere to go. My conscience won’t allow it."

"If you insist," she says softly. "Thank you, Garrett."

The elevator is crowded and I can't help but notice how she leans slightly against me. The wine, the late hour, or something else?

I let us into my suite and feel my heart hammering in my chest.Calm down, there, Garrett. We’re both just tired and sleeping is the only thing that’s happening here tonight.

I head straight to my suitcase and dig through it. "Here," I say, handing her a t-shirt and shorts. "They'll be big, but they'll be more comfortable than sleeping in your dress."

Cyn smiles and disappears into the bathroom. When she emerges, I can't help but stare. My clothes dwarf her small frame, the shirt hanging almost to her knees.

She giggles pulling her hair back into a loose ponytail. "I feel like I'm wearing a tent!"

I laugh, struck by how adorable she looks. “I’m glad I brought some extra clothes.”

“Me too. I’m so much more comfortable now.”

I’m having a hard time not noticing how attractive she is. I’ve always had a thing for petite blondes. But, she’s so young…

"Want a nightcap?" I ask, trying to fill the space with something other than my awkwardness.

She nods, curling up on the couch. I pour us each a brandy, settling beside her. We both take a sip of brandy and I wonder if she is as uncomfortable as I am right now.

"You're enormous," she says, grinning at me. "I mean, you’re clothes are enormous..."

I laugh out loud. “Not the first time in my life that I’ve heard that. A long time ago some of my friends gave me the nicknameHuge. My last name is Hughes and I’m obviously a big guy. So it just sort of stuck."

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