Puck rhymes with f*ck for a reason… And I intended to fully explore that reason, as soon as he finished rescuing me, along with the other women I had been kidnapped with. One of whom was a sassy, saucy woman named Layla. I tried to convince her, and myself, that Puck Lawson wasn’t my type. She just laughed. Honey, Puck isn’t anyone’s type, she told me. You don’t go looking for guys like Puck. They find you, and somehow, you’re never quite able to walk away after that. Although, I had a feeling I might be unable to walk at all by the time he was finished with me…