Page 18 of One Last Puck

He stepped in close, tilting my chin up with a finger. His lips brushed against mine before he pressed the kiss deeper.

“Jax…” I moaned. My mouth opened, allowing his tongue to wrestle with mine. Shit! I loved kissing this man.

“Make no mistake,” he whispered, pulling back just enough to see my face. “Last night was just the beginning of us.”

“Jax—”

“I’ll see you in a few hours, Faye Baby.”

He stepped back, opening the door with a wink before he slipped out, leaving me standing there with more mixed emotions than I knew what to do with. I ran my hand up to my mouth and touched my lips like I was trying to savor him.

“He is insane!”

I sighed as I shut my hotel room door behind Jax. That good dick having nigga was insane. The crazy ones were always attached to good dick. I shook my head, leaning against the door. As much as I enjoyed my time with Jax, I knew I had to draw the line. Getting involved with him would mean mixing pleasure with the seriousness of my work, and I had no interest in anyone thinking I’d slept my way to the top.

“Damn, too bad,” I muttered to myself, shaking my head. A silly smile crept on my face. I did like his fine ass, though. Maybe more than I should have.

“In another lifetime.” I shook my head as I ran off to the shower. I needed to wash Jaxton’s smell off me before my glam squad arrived.

A knock on the door sounded just as I exited the bathroom.

“One minute!” I yelled, rushing to wrap myself in a fresh robe quickly.

“Your glam squad is here!” Several cheerful voices rang out from the other side of the door.

My face lit up with excitement as I made my way to the left. I was getting the complete Hollywood treatment tonight—celebrity makeup, hair, and a celebrity escort. I was ecstatic.

“Coming!” I called back, making sure my robe was secure before I opened the door.

I didn’t get the door open good before two beautiful, flamboyant men burst inside. One was rolling two huge suitcases, and one carried a chair.

“Hey, girl! I’m Marcus and this is Zack,” the shortest one said.

I recognized the duo from social media. They worked with a ton of celebrities and influencers. Anybody who was somebody got their hair and makeup done by Marcus and Zack.

“We’re here to get you looking like a bad bitch for the awards show! Can we take a look at your dress?”

“Sure. Come on in,” I replied, leading them further into the room. “Wait right here.”

I took off toward the closet to retrieve tonight’s gown. My dress had been delivered yesterday from some fancy designer whose name I couldn’t pronounce. It was gorgeous. The perfect mix of sexy and professional. Pulling it out of the closet, I returned to the gentlemen.

“The star of the show!” I hung the dress on the bedroom door so they could take in the full glory of the shimmering blue number that hugged my curves just right.

Marcus clapped his hands.

“Yes! I can work with that. Are you comfortable with bold, or do you like to keep it natural?” he asked.

“Can we do both?” I questioned.

“What you thinking? Bold eyes and natural lip,” he suggested and nodded.

I wasn’t shy when it came to makeup. I could appreciate a full-face beat, but I didn’t want to give too much on my first red carpet.

“What about hair?” Zack asked. “You want it straightened, or you like the natural curl pattern?”

“I love my curls, but let’s straighten them and maybe do a ’90s updo.” I ran my hands through my hair as Zack examined me, nodding his head.

“You about to put me to work, girl, but I like it,” Zack said, snapping his fingers and walking off.

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