She flipped her wet hair to the side to dry off. Water cascaded down her body in small streams as she climbed up out of the pool, the droplets shimmering on her skin. She grabbed a towel, her chest heaving up and down in her swimsuit.
She had needed a good workout. She was stressed at some of the changes happening at her job and, even though her work day was mentally exhausting, she needed a physical release after the day was over. Tonight, by the time midnight rolled around and she was still tossing and turning, she decided to give up and head to the gym.
Drying her hair off as she walked into the locker room, she paused in the doorway when she heard a mischievous female giggle echo off the tiles. In the women's locker room, that sound wasn't odd but the following male laugh that made her pause.
Shit.
She stopped to listen for a moment, unsure of what to do. It sounded like the couple was against a set of lockers and the high pitched moans of the young woman reminded her of what it had been like to have a libido. Her job had taken up her time and energy and transitioning from college to the real world while she fought her way up the ladder had consumed her life.
They sounded like they were having fun.
Quietly, she walked past the showers to the lockers. Peering from around the end of each aisle, she spied them a couple aisles in.
She immediately pulled her head back and her breath quickened at the awkward situation her espionage was putting her in. She told herself the appropriate thing to do would be to walk away, leave the locker room, and give them a few minutes. How long could he take?
She knew him. He worked here as a trainer and the blond must be a member since she had seen her around, too.
His name was Joey. She peered around one more time to be sure, taking in the taut muscles on his arms as he propped himself against the lockers. The blond had her arms up around his neck and was grinding her hips against him in a way that said, "I'm ready to take off these damn work-out shorts that are in the way."
As wrong as it felt, she admitted that a part of her was turned on. Seeing the two attractive, healthy bodies held in passion was stirring something inside her and as she pulled back to hide behind the locker, she groaned, thinking that now she would never fall asleep with their image in her head.
The couple heard her groan and the room quieted as the two bodies held still. Joey, perturbed, whispered, "I think there's someone else in here. I told you this was a bad idea. I could lose my job."
She heard the blond walk down the aisle and say, "Joey, calm down. No one ever comes in this late... Oh!"
The blond stopped and their gazes tangled, her mouth dropping open as she realized they were not alone. Joey had slowly followed her and now he stood behind the blond, a deer-caught-in-headlights expression on his face as he said, "Holy crap. Jennie, now I really am fucked."
Great, now they thought she was a creep. She apologized, "I'm so sorry. Joey, you weren't at the desk when I walked in and I didn't realize you two were in here. It's late and I was hoping to quietly change and go home. I promise I won't tell anyone."
He stepped up next to Jennie and she could smell his body spray. The heady scent mingled with her senses and teased her already excited body. She meant to take a deep breath and calm down, but she only breathed in more of his scent. She tried to turn away from them, but Joey was pressing her promise. He reached out and touched her forearm, still pleading with her, "You come around all the time; I even know you're name. You're Missy Johnson. I would really appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone. I really..."
