Page 12 of One Last Puck

“The food.”

“Nah, get back in the bed.” I stood, grabbing my shorts off the floor. “There’s a man around. I got it.”

“You can’t go to the door, Jax. Somebody might see you.”

My eyebrow raised, and my lips scrunched up. I didn’t give a damn about anyone seeing me. As far as I was concerned, the quicker they saw us together the better.

“So? They already heard you screaming my name.”

“Real funny. But really, the rumors that could spread if someone sees you coming to my door.” Her voice was more serious now. “Jax, you’ll look like the man, but I’ll look like a struggling podcaster looking for a come up. It could be bad for my career. You know how this industry works.”

I stared at her, not wanting to accept it, but I knew she was right and understood where she was coming from. This could easily be a business meeting, two friends just hanging out, but that’s not how the press would paint it. They’d drag it all over the internet. Reluctantly, I sat back on the bed.

“You go it.”

Faye’s mouth curved into a smile as she pulled a white robe from the closet and draped it over her body. Damn, she looked good in everything. I watched her move toward the door, positioning myself to where I could see without being seen. I couldn’t go to the door, but I was never just about to let her be defenseless.

“I’m watching,” I called out.

“I know.” She threw a glance over her shoulder as she opened the door.

The attendant stood there with a small cart with several Styrofoam containers. I bounced my attention from the television to Faye. She was exchanging pleasantries with an attendant. I liked how her demeanor shifted into that of a professional. It was another thing I enjoyed about her. That switch-up game was crazy. She could give professional, classy hood, and freak. The door clicked shut, and a few minutes later, Faye floated back to the bedroom holding two bags.

“After sex dinner is served,” she declared, setting the food down on the bed.

The aroma hit my nose, and I wasted no time grabbing my plate.

“Perfect. You need fuel, so I can tap those guts a little more before I return you to the outside world.”

l pulled the cover back on the bed, inviting her back by my side.

“You tap my guts anymore, sir, and I’ma need to see a surgeon.”

She removed her robe, climbed back into bed and sat Indian style.

“Have him send me the bill.”

“Gladly!” She laughed, and we settled back onto the bed with our plates in hand, enjoying our food.

I couldn’t help but steal glances at her and take notice of how comfortable we already were with each other and how good it felt. Faye didn’t have a problem stuffing her face in front of me. There was no awkwardness, no hesitation, none of that cute, insecure shit women liked to do in front of men. It was refreshing, and it added to the list of shit I was feeling about her.

“You’re not shy about eating,” I blurted, taking a big bite of my own burger, hoping she wasn’t offended by my statement.

“Should I be?” She shrugged, wiping her mouth with a napkin. “I like food. It’s good, and I’m not ashamed of it.”

“Nah, I get it. It’s just most women be trying to be all cute and shit.”

“Nope. Not me.” She stuffed a chicken tender in her mouth. “Besides, you’ve already seen my ugly sex faces. I don’t think it can get any worse than that.”

“Your sex faces are a fucking work of art.” I stared at her, picturing the way her body was submitting to me. Shit, my dick was hard all over again.

“Sure they are.” She looked down, spotting my erection underneath the cover. “You and your pet snake better not be over there getting any ideas. I’m going to bed after this.”

“You not, but the sleep will come eventually,” I told her.

She opened her mouth to respond but ended up stuffing it with another piece of chicken. She could pretend all she wanted, but I knew she wanted more of this dick. If she didn’t, I would have been put out on the curb by now.

“Look, it’s me!” she shouted, startling the shit out of me as she hopped to her knees and pointed at the TV.

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