Chapter 9
Lucy had gotten home late; it was almost one in the morning when she finally got there. She was a bit buzzed from spending time with Paul and some of his colleagues, finding the entire group as funny and interesting as Paul himself was.
Maybe this whole wrestling thing isn't as bad as I initially thought it was, she smiled to herself.
She checked her phone messages after a shower and changing into her favorite pajamas, rolling her eyes at Owen leaving her a message yet again.
He better have a job for me from calling so much, she thought. Otherwise, I'm going to have to plant a size eight foot up his ass.
Once she was sure the ringer was off, Lucy snapped the phone shut and put it on the nightstand, figuring whatever the hell he wanted could wait until morning.
Lucy lay in bed, going over the evening in her head. Paul commenting on her "cool" haircut, even though he had liked her hair when it was longer. He wasn't the one that had to deal with it, she had laughed in response.
They had also chatted with the other guys about their own careers and lives, and all had been interested in Lucy's own stories about some of her nuttier assignments and how she and Paul had met during the new promotional photo sessions.
"Funny how I met someone that I would strike up an unlikely friendship with," she had added proudly.
"And I met a decent chick for a change," Paul interjected. "Everyone left happy."
"Never mind you're young enough to be my nephew," Lucy giggled.
"Age is just a number, Luce," he grinned, squeezing her hand under the table.
She had quirked an eyebrow at him in response. Getting a little fresh, aren't we?
They had ordered food, but Lucy ate very little, enjoying the company around her and proud to be with her friend, who very gracious to the fans that came over to the table to get autographs and pictures with some of the guys before the group departed the lounge around midnight.
Paul stopped at a table where a group of fans were, shaking their hands before he left and said, "Nice to meet you all."
The fans nodded and thanked him before going back to their own business as Lucy had taken in on how much of a class act he was, thinking the entire time that this was a guy that could set the standard for any public figure.
His mama definitely raised him right, she thought with a small smile.
As the rest of the group made their way upstairs to their rooms, Paul had insisted on walking Lucy to her car, not wanting her to be alone that late at night.
"So what would you do if some creep came up to do something to me?" she had asked him jokingly. "Drop kick and then stomp him into next year?"
"Pretty much," Paul had replied with a straight face.
When they had gotten to the car, he had waited until Lucy had unlocked it to get in, then had turned her around, giving her a good night kiss.
It hadn't been anything sexy, just a soft, generic kiss; still, it had caught her off guard and her mind was still on it as she lay in bed a little over an hour later.
What the hell was that all about?!!