“We have some news,” I say, looking at the beaming faces of my best friend, Sorin, and his girlfriend, Louisa. I pause my game and drop my legs from where they’re propped up on the coffee table. Sorin takes my place, sitting down and resting his forearms on his thighs. “Louisa is moving in!”
He grins, reaching up to grasp her hand. She returns the wide smile, linking their fingers together. “I promise you’ll barely know I’m here.”
Pulling up my banking app on my phone, I cringe at the two-digit balance staring back at me. Being a TA doesn’t pay enough to cover half my rent, which is the main reason I started working for The Wolf Pack.
My dick starts to harden in my basketball shorts at the memory of his sullen mouth moving against mine. That was the hottest kiss I’d ever experienced. His dirty-blond hair was like silk between my fingers. I bet he used some expensive shampoo to keep it in that condition. Too bad I always seem to choose the closeted ones.
When I realized as a teenager that I was attracted to boys and girls, I thought I’d spend my days full of indecision, that I’d have so many more people to choose from when I wanted to hook up. But instead, I had my pick of girls I wasn’t really interested in and a few hookups with curious guys who were just experimenting.
Coming from the so-called wrong side of the tracks—the cheap, rundown side—maybe the gay or bi guys in my hometown just didn’t venture to the parties I went to. But my bad luck seemed to have followed me to college. In the six years I’d lived here, I’d had one sloppy blowjob from a drunk football player and that scalding-hot kiss with the rich dude in the hotel.
Throwing myself back on my bed, I start searching for jobs. A small ad for a downtown gym catches my eye. I know the guy who owns the gym; he’d been involved in some of the boxing tournaments I’d participated in when I was still fighting.
They’re looking for a receptionist, which, to be honest, with my background is below my skillset. But maybe once I get in there, I could carve out a different role for myself. There’s no number, only an email address, so I shoot off a quick message along with my CV.
A few minutes later, my phone pings with a notification: an email inviting me in for an interview. Grinning, I send an acceptance email back and start planning what to say tomorrow in my interview.
“Shit!” There’s a clatter of wood from behind the open cupboard door followed by more cursing. I chuckle as I peek my head around it. Inside is a petite blonde girl, grappling with a couple of brooms and a mop. Their handles appear to be caught in a spiderweb of skipping ropes.
“Need a hand, love?” I ask. She shoots me a withering look, yanking on the knots again.
“My idiot brother doesn’t know how to store things properly.”
I glance around. “Is he here? I’m supposed to be meeting him.”
The girl lets out a huff of displeasure and gives up, kicking the mess and walking toward me. She wipes her hands on her Lycra-covered thighs. “What are you supposed to be meeting Nick for?”
“A job, hopefully.” I prop myself up against the reception desk with my elbow, looking through the glass wall that separates the front reception from the gym. “Although it looks pretty dead in here. I’m not sure why he needs two receptionists.”
The girl cocks her head at me, twisting her mouth into a somewhat cynical smile. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. I mean, I know I’m pretty, but everyone knows having some sexy young thing with a tight body like you on the front desk helps business. I’m sure once I explain my background, he’ll take me on as a trainer.” I glance around again. “So…is he here?”
The girl clears her throat, taking a step toward me with a condescending look. “My brother is currently serving the next five to ten years in a state penitentiary. I am now the owner and manager of this gym.”
“But…” I feel the blood rush to my cheeks as I put two and two together.
I nod again. “I’m sorry for before, I was just expecting to see Nick in here.” She waves off my apology. “Well, if I’m going to be working for you, do I at least get to know your name?”
“I’m Erin. Erin Jackson.” She flashes me a tight smile, offering a slender hand with perfectly rounded pink painted nails. I shake it, letting my eyes drop to the little jiggle her pert breasts give nestled tightly in her sports bra. “For your first job, you can tidy the cupboard.” She drops my hand, giving me a wicked grin, before giving me the perfect view of her tight ass as she walks away.
Shaking my head, I can’t help but chuckle. I can already tell that this girl is a little firecracker. Too bad I’m working for her. I would have liked to see if I could make that pouty mouth scream underneath me.
