"I'm opposed." Country spoke up.
"Oh, yeah?" Sean looked amused.
He nodded. "I'm opposed to them doing the feature with a different reporter. I say we tell them we're only open to the story if Jenna does it."
Whoops sounded around the locker room, and Sean grinned. "I'll give them our terms."
Chapter Thirteen
Jenna woke to light streaming through her window and the scent of Gentry’s cologne. It was disorienting to say the least. It wasn't like she'd been drunk the night before, just exhausted. She vaguely remembered him pulling her out of his truck and walking with her to the door. He'd walked her in, and she remembered holding onto his coat, mostly because she'd been cold and no understanding of social graces had been able to cut through her brain fog.
She pulled the quilt up over her shoulders and buried her head beneath the covers for a few more minutes of cozy before she'd force herself to get up and go to the gym. Nope. Not to the gym because she didn't have a car.
Jenna reached for her phone and checked her messages.
Anne:
G'morning! We're going to kickboxing at two if you want to come
Tina:
Full disclosure: Anne is forcing me to go to kickboxing and I've never done it before. Please come and make me look like less of an idiot
Rhonda:
What's the opposite of "Big D" energy? Why do guys get all the good phrases?
Anne:
Pretty sure women made up that phrase
Rhonda:
"Tight V" energy?
Jenna snorted and texted:
I'll come if I can get a ride. Pretty please?? Long story, but my car is stuck at work. And since both phrases perpetuate the idea that specific anatomy is required for a good sex life, I refuse to entertain either
Rhonda:
I know, I know. I'm just saying. We need something to say we're confident and kick-ass
Jenna:
Yeah, I've got nothing
Anne:
"Don't give a shit" energy?
Tina:
"Hold on to your effing hats" energy?
Rhonda:
I think it needs to be gynecologically specific
