Dome at the Dome

Mia never had the displeasure of meeting Wyatt, a player on the Ebony Foresters. When he wound up in the medic room with her, she couldn't stop the images and desire that swirled together.
Maybe bringing a spicy book to read in her spare time wasn't the best, but how did he know what book she was reading? and in detail?
She had to get him out of there as quickly as possible.
So, why was she backed against a wall with knees ready to crumble before him with a few simple words?

This is a one-shot (that may turn into a collective of one-shots) that a few of my co-workers thought of, and I decided to write it. They quickly became more than I thought these two would.
***The cover does not belong to me. I find it on Pinterest***