Reese opens her mouth, then closes it again, and when she finally does speak, all I get is a simple, “I hope you have a good night.”
I hate this.
“Yeah,” I force out. “You too.”
With that, I round the corner behind the half-wall that separates the bathroom from the gym.
Hands on the sink, I dip my head.
I need to let this go. Who cares if I can’t remember the last time I was this attracted to someone? Who cares that I can’t remember the last time I was this interested in every word that came out of someone’s mouth?
She’s my boss. It was never going to happen anyway.
Turning on the sink, I splash a bit of water on my face. I was planning to shower here before heading to my apartment, but knowing Reese is right on the other side of this wall, working out in that tight little outfit, it seems like a terrible idea. I’ll let my imagination run wild in the privacy of my own shower at home.
I wash my hands and slip my sweat-soaked shirt back on when the creak of the gym door opening grabs my attention.
Did she leave already?
I’m about to go check when I hear one of my players speak.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Harrison says. “I didn’t think anyone else was going to be here. What are you doing here on a Friday night?”
Every one of my senses goes on high alert as I listen in.
“Reese. Ms. Remington. Boss,” she says, no humor to be found in her tone. “Any of those would work.”
It’s hard to hear everything that’s said between them, but what I do catch, I don’t fucking like. He’s patronizing in both his tone and his words.
Everything Kai said about him has already given me a new view of the guy, and I’ve had a hard time with him since. I’ve tried to keep it as professional as I can, but I’m learning I’m not great at that.
Not with Reese and, in a different sense, not with Harrison.
He makes a few snide remarks about how she may want to use smaller weights. He tells her he missed her on the road trip to Detroit. And he once again asks her what she’s doing here on a Friday night.
It takes everything in me not to go out there and rip into him for the way he’s speaking to her, but I also know that Reese would hate it if I jumped in to rescue her when she can handle it herself. So instead, I continue to listen.
“I own the place,” she says simply. “So what exactly are you doing here?”
Harrison chuckles in this demeaning way, and this whole interaction is showing a side to him I’ve never witnessed myself before. “I left my car here during the road series, so my buddy here dropped me off.” And apparently, there’s two people in there with her. “I was just showing him around the beautiful facility thatyou, as you pointed out, own.”
That checks out. I remember parking my truck in the private lot next to his car earlier tonight. Didn’t think much of it until now.
“Is there a bathroom around?” Harrison’s buddy asks.
“Through there,” Harrison says. “I gotta use it too.”
It’s not that I care if he knows I’m here, but I’m real curious to hear what else he might have to say when he thinks no one is listening. So, for that reason, I slip into a shower stall before Harrison sees me.
“That’syour boss?” his friend asks.
He scoffs. “Yeah, exactly.”
“She’s hot.”
Okay. Get fucked.
“Dude, it’s embarrassing,” Harrison whispers. “I play for the one fucking team that’s run by a woman. She’s out of her league.”
