Page 76 of Fall For Me
“You don’t haveanything?” She tilts her head and blinks up at me expectantly.
“Sorry.”
“Well, go get something from Aiden’s locker then.”
“No.”
Her eyes roll as she wrings out her clothes, mumbling under her breath, “Possessive bastard.”
“Damn right, I am.” I give her a chaste kiss on the lips.
It’s a struggle to dress, our pants sticking to us as we try to pull them up our legs. After wrestling with our tops, I clean off the toy andshove it into my pocket, then grab her hand and lead her to the door, our shoes squeaking loudly with each step. We look at each other, then lose it.
“You sound like a rubber ducky.”
“Yeah, and you sound like one of those annoying dog toys,” I tease back, opening the locker room door and looking both ways.
We speedwalk down the hallway; just a few more steps, and we’ll be in the clear. Aspen rounds the corner, and I stop mid-step, pulling Hannah behind me.
Fuck!
“Why do you both look like drowned rats?”
I go to speak, but Aspen holds up a hand, stopping me.
“You know what? I can guess, so you don’t need to tell me. Hannah, I need you to go to HR before you leave.”
“Fuck that shit. You’re not firing her,” I snap.
“She’s my sister. Of course I’m not firing her. But she does need to sign some forms for her leave.”
“Why is there water all over the damn floor? Oh good, you found her.”
I close my eyes at the sound of Coach’s voice behind us. Fucking dammit. We both turn to face him.
“Why are you two both—” He cuts himself off.
Tilting his head, he studies Hannah as she wrings her hands together, her hair hanging down on each side of her shoulder in long, curly wet ropes.
“I found her in the women’s showers. She threw up on herself and I . . . um . . . I had Sean go in?—”
“Don’t lie to me, Aspen. You’re fucking terrible at it.” Coach pins me with a hard glare and points toward the locker room. “Y-you two . . . in-in there . . . you were . . . while I was . . . Oh fuck, I think I’m going to throw up.”
“Oh, like you and Kat don’t have romps in random places. I’ve bet you’ve done it here before, too,” Hannah chides, deflecting from what we’ve done.
When Coach doesn’t deny it and rolls his lips together, Aspentosses her hands up. “Oh, for Christ’s sake. No more having sex at work. That goes for everyone. Fuck!”
“That’s no fun, Firecracker. I enjoyed our little tryst in the equipment room,” Cal says, coming up behind her.
“Shut up, Cal,” she snaps, pinching the bridge of her nose. “From now on, this facility is a fuck-free zone, Goddammit! We are professionals. Now, Hannah, take your ass upstairs, we have papers to sign. Matter of fact, Sean, you need to go too. You both can sign fraternization papers while you’re at it.”
She turns to leave, and as both of us follow behind her to HR, I feel Coach staring daggers at the back of my head.
So much for being on his good side.
Twenty-Three
Hannah
