Page 3 of One Last Puck

He nodded his head, taking in what I said.

“I’m prepared to crash your podcast every Wednesday if the interviews don’t come rolling in,” he shot back with a playful smile on his face. “Might have to make me the co-host or something.”

“I mean, I’m not complaining about that.”

Wait. Did I say that out loud? Now he’s going to think I’m flirting.He raised an eyebrow playfully.Yep. Now he thinks I’m flirting.Am I flirting?

“Oh, you like my company?” His voice lowered to an even sexier octave, and I could see why he had a reputation as a playboy. He was a charmer for sure.

“I guess you can say that. I haven’t gotten up and walked away yet.”

His laughter echoed softly, and I could feel myself relaxing further. The grief responsible for tonight’s tears was gone.

“You’re trying to make nigga blush in front of all these people.”

“Of course not. I can see the headlines now.Viral podcast host flirts with Jaxton Saint at EPIC AWARDS.Not how I want to gain my popularity in the industry.”

“So, are you flirting with me, Lafayette Porter?”

“Umm… no… yes…” I was honest. I’d never been the type of girl to be bashful. “You flirted first. I’m just matching energy.”

“Matching energy, huh?” His eyebrows raised. “You sure you can handle that?”

“I’m a big girl.” I flirted back despite my better judgment.

On one hand, I wanted to remain professional. On the other, my pussy was begging me to invite this man back to my room so I could see if the rumors about his third leg were true.

“Honestly, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be flirting with you. That’s unprofessional. I’m just off tonight. My boyfriend passed away over two years ago, and he was the one who encouraged me to start my podcast.” Great. I was rambling.

“Your tearful run off earlier… was it because of him?” Jaxton questioned. His tone shifted slightly.

“Yep. A sniff of cologne earlier had me thinking about him not being a part of this weekend.” I sighed. I was a little embarrassed to be crying over something so small. “It’s silly. I know.”

“I get it. Dealing with loss is tough, especially during moments like this.” His voice was soft, and his sincerity was palpable as he looked deep into my eyes.

The spark that shot through my body was foreign, and I felt guilty for feeling it while talking about Avery.

“Thank you for that.”

“Thank you for allowing me to be your company tonight.”

Our eyes locked, and everything around me faded. We both inhaled a deep breath as we felt the sparks burning between us. I looked down at my half-empty drink. I wasn’t drunk, so why did I want to ditch this party and ask this man, who had areputation for being a ho, to dig in my guts? I shook the thought from my head before it accidentally left my lips.

“Aight, let’s dead the heavy shit. You’re here for business. You’ve got connections to make,” he declared, and I couldn’t agree more. I was thankful for the conversation change.

“You’re right.”

“I’m always right.” He grinned, leaning back in his seat, confidence radiating through his fine ass skin. “And just for the record, I don’t mind a pretty woman flirting with me. Wanting me to play in that pussy doesn’t make you any less professional in my eyes.”

Shit. He was making my pussy moist. I did believe Jaxton Saint was pressure, and I was sure I was going to let this man fuck me senseless.

“Good to know.” I swallowed hard.

My eyes roamed down to the print in his pants.He is working with a monster, too.I remembered from that time his nudes were leaked.

“You’re not moving yet.”

“Oh, right. I should go… um… mingle now.” I stood from the stool, taking one last chug of my drink and shaking off thoughts of Jaxton’s dick.

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