The Risks we take

Eight

Sloane

"You did not." I huffed, pushing my legs up again. Leg day is the actual worst.

"I did. Just left him there in his boxers." Eden was creasing with laughter. I imagined her holding onto her desk, almost falling to the floor. I smiled at the thought. "Black Calvin's, in case you were wondering. It's like the guy knows the colours black and white and nothing else."

"I'm confused about how you got him out of his pants though."

"Look, I'm not saying I didn't have to do some doubtful things to get the result but I did it."

"Please, tell me you didn't suck-"

"What? God no. His pants stayed on, my dress stayed intact, no underwear was touched. I had to kiss him though."

"Oh yeah?" I rolled my eyes as she chuckled and I carried on with my work out. I missed working out with Eden. 4 times a week I got to spend time with her chatting about a life that wasn't work orientated and that was amazing. Now I was lucky if our timelines matched up for an hour. I'd found my mornings in the gym were the best time I could catch us both. "How was that?"

"Ugh." I laid back flat, knees firm against my chest as I fought back them shaking. "There's very little Reed has to offer outside of his giant cock. But, kissing me like he's dying and I'm oxygen is one of the things that boy does stupidly well. If he wasn't such a giant, self-obsessed, egotistical narcissist, I would 100% let that guy-"

"Ahem." I turned my head slightly, almost breaking the machine as I snapped my legs back. Tall, muscles, curls. Holy mother of god. He pushed one hand into the plate I'd tried to squash myself under, eyes not moving from mine. "Sorry. Didn't mean to make you jump." I fumbled, ignoring Eden's questions about what the bang was as I removed an air pod and let stranger man sort the machine for me with ease. "I just didn't want you going on about your sex life and then turn around and some guys been in here the whole time." I could feel my face burn red at the prospect.

"Oh. Yeah. Sorry."

"No worries." Dimples.

"Sloane? Hello? Are you dead?"

"What? Oh." I blinked. "No. Eden, I'm not dead." My eyes trailed down his perfect arms, following the vein all the way down to his hands. Might be. Maybe I am dead. "I don't think anyway. Might be. We could all be dead and we wouldn't really know."

"Hot guy huh?" I swallowed.

"Mhm."

"I'll leave you to your conversation. Let me know if you need a spot." I nodded quickly, watching my perfect walk over to the treadmills at the other end of the room. I scrambled for my phone, shoving the other pod in my ear and turning the call to facetime so we could both gawk at him together.

"HOLY MOTHER OF FUCK." There was a crash on the other end of the line and I tugged my bottom lip in between my teeth. "Get your arse over there. Now."

"Not a chance in hell."

"Sloane. I will hijack a jet, fly across the ocean in record time just to slap you around the face with a sweaty sock wrapped around a wet fish if you do not talk to that man."

"I'm drooling." I whispered at her. "Literal drool. It should be against the law to look that flawless. Oh god. Him in handcuffs. Yeah. Let's change this conversation."

"How does Reed compare?"

"That's not a fair comparison. They're both in different leagues."

"What does that mean?"