If anything, I’m now more motivated than ever to do well at my new job and get back to where I’m meant to be.
I don’t know how long I zone out for, lost in my thoughts when Clara and Kaya shout my name.
“Teagan!”
“What?” I ask absentmindedly as they stare at me with concern on their faces. I shake my head. “Sorry. I was in my head for a minute.”
“Is everything okay?” Kaya asks.
“Yes, everything’s perfect,” I say with a smile that I hope reaches my eyes, before quickly changing the subject. I need a distraction from my brain tonight. If there’s one thing that takes me out of my head, it’s focusing on my body, and there’s just a thing that will do the trick. Whenever I’ve been stressed in the past, getting laid always helped me with that. So, seeing as my life’s been more stressful than ever, I think it’s exactly what I need. “I want to get laid tonight.”
Both Kaya and Clara pause their drinks halfway to their mouths and burst into giggles.
“You sure everything’s all right?” Clara chuckles.
I’ve only had two, and with the shot in my system now, I feel looser than earlier, but not enough to be drunk.
“It’s been a long time and I start working on Monday. I want one night, no strings attached, and then I’m back to working and training hard,” I explain.
“I feel your pain. I haven’t since…” Kaya trails off.
“Hey, at least you two have been laid before,” Clara whisper-hisses.
“You’re waiting, and I think that’s sweet,” I tell her. Clara’s always been a romantic and wants to wait until she’s with someone she loves before sleeping with them.
I, on the other hand, prefer no strings attached. With gymnastics, I never had the time for a serious relationship, and I never cared for it either. Besides, why give someone else the chance to walk away from me?
“Thanks, Teagan.” She smiles shyly.
“So, who’s looking like a potential option?” Kaya asks, taking a sip from her drink.
“I think I need to take a walk to the bathroom, see the lay of the land,” I say with a wink, making them both laugh as I stand and make my way to the back of the bar where the bathrooms are.
When I get there, there’s a massive line. Seeing as I’m at the end of it, I pull out my phone while I wait. I hate small talk as I see no point in it. I already have the friends I need and don’t need any more.
I scroll, as I usually do, and click on a newly released article. The line moves along slowly as I read about the predictions for the USA Olympic Gymnastics team, when a large body collides with my side, sending me and my phone flying to the ground.
“What the fuck,” I grit out as I reach for my phone. I let out a relieved sigh when I notice it’s not broken, but as I look up at the man who’s hovering over me, I forget all about my phone.
His hazel eyes are full of panic as he frantically assesses me, and it doesn’t take my body long at all to react to his proximity once my brain registers how attractive he is.
The muscles in his biceps strain against his long sleeve shirt, his build large but not bulky. I think he could be an athlete of some sort, but it’s too hard to tell. And he’s got this slightly mussed dark hair that curls around the edges of his baseball cap.
Basically, the guy is a knockout—10/10 would bang.
But it doesn’t mean I’m not going to give him shit for knocking me over.
“Do you wanna tell me why you knocked me on my ass?” I say with a raised brow.
His full lips part when his eyes finally make contact with mine, sucking in a breath. “I’m sorry. My idiot teammate shoved me and I lost my balance. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” I wave off the hand he sticks out to help me stand and stand on my own, wiping at my black skirt.
Gymnasts are short, and I’m no different at five-foot-three. But when he stands to his full height, he’s nearly a whole foot taller than me.
“Are you sure?” he asks, looking guilty.
“If anything, you should be the one concerned about your strength.” He raises a brow in confusion, so I continue, “How can your teammate toss you around like a sack of potatoes?”
