“Hey, Scott, can you come here for a second?”
My new supervisor is a buff man, about six-feet-tall with ice-blue eyes and silver hair that’s effortlessly slicked back. He’s stretching out a player I don’t recognize.
“This is the newbie?”
“Scott, this is Mia Taylor. Mia, this is the senior PT here, Scott Maxwell.”
We shake hands.
His hand is kind of sweaty and it takes everything for me not to slide it down the side of my skirt to wipe it off.
“Nice to meet you, Mia.”
“Nice to meet you.”
“You handing her over to me, Miranda?”
“For a few. Then she’ll need to handle paperwork with me.”
“Cool. Ok, kiddo, you’re with me for an hour. I’m stretching out Darius. Come on over and meet him.”
I’m growing more excited about things. I’m meeting players already, and Scott seems easy to work with.
“Awesome, I’ll see you later, Miranda.”
She smiles. “I’ll be back around lunchtime.”
Before she walks off she pauses a moment then asks, “Do you need your things out of the golf cart?”
“Um, no. I’m fine.”
“Ok.” She nods and then walks off. Her blunt cut bob of lavender hair swinging behind her.
“Darius, this is Mia, our new PT. She’s going to help stretch you out. Mia, Darius injured his left hamstring at the end of last season. He’s almost as good as new, but we’re going to baby it for a while longer because he’s a starter this season.”
Man, I didn’t realize that they’d throw me right into some actual work today, but if women used to ride horses side saddle, then I can definitely stretch out one player in a pencil skirt.
“Nice to meet you, Mia,” Darius says in a flirty way. He’s probably a year or so younger than me, but he’s also twice my size, so it’s important for me to stabilize my body so that I can leverage my weight properly when I stretch his leg.
“Hey, Darius, ready to get this leg feeling better?”
“Ready, Freddy.”
There are thick cushioned pads on the floor, much like the ones you’d see in a gymnast’s studio. Darius is lying in the middle of it on his back. I’m going to have to be careful on this padding. The cushions can give underneath when you walk on them and I could lose my balance. I decide the best approach would be to slightly hike up my skirt and stabilize myself on my knees in front of his raised leg, then stretch it out by pushing it toward him.
It works.
I squeeze his hamstring muscle with my hand as I push his leg back to see just how tight it is. It’s still pretty tight. Darius is going to have some work to do to be ready in time for the season. I hear the deep voices of several men in conversation enter the room behind me as I continue my work.
Upon approach, they stop talking.
Then they say only one word.
“Dayummmm!”
Fifteen
MIA
