Page 51 of Sergeant O'
In addition to the community members’ messages, there were a shit ton of media requests. I batched those together and hitdeletewithout opening them.
The morning sun shone through the lobby windows, and I decided it was too beautiful of a day to be going through that stuff.
Besides, I was on vacation. My first one since being promoted. What better way to enjoy that than sipping my coffee while reading last night’s baseball scores as I waited for my alarm to go off.
The remaining seventy-five messages could wait.
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I noticed the curtains were open and the bathroom door was closed when I went back to the room.
“Jade?” I called out as I stepped inside.
“I’ll be out in a second!”
“Take your time, I just wanted you to know I’m back.”
Steam poured out the door when she opened it. She didn’t have a drop of makeup on, and she looked gorgeous dressed in a pair of black yoga pants and a bright yellow t-shirt showcasing her perky tits nicely that read, “Save the Honeybees,” in bold black letters with a picture of a smiling bee underneath it. Her blonde hair was wet and hanging loose around her shoulders, like it’d been yesterday morning. Then after it’d dried, she’d pulled it back in a ponytail.
Except she’d worn it down last night when she’d gone to bed, and I’d buried my face in it as I felt her up in her sleep.
I still couldn’t believe I’d done that.
I was having a hard time looking her in the eye.
“Hey, they have free breakfast in the lobby. We can get something on our way out if you want.”
“Is that where you were?”
“I just grabbed a coffee. I didn’t want to eat without you.”
She paused zipping her backpack to look up at me.
“Really? That was thoughtful of you. Thanks.”
“Of course. We’re a team for the next ten days.”
A team. I liked the sound of that.
My conscious chimed in,You’re not supposed to feel up your teammates, dickhead.
The room suddenly felt a lot smaller; my guilty conscience was taking up a lot of room. I gestured with my thumb toward the bathroom. “Do you think I can shower with my leg?”
“Yeah, you should be fine. Just don’t scrub the area around your incision and pat it dry; don’t rub it.”
I knew she was talking about my leg, still, I couldn’t help but wonder if she was insinuating rubbingotherthings in the shower, so I rambled, “Oh, yeah. Yeah. Of course. No scrubbing. No rubbing. Pat dry only. I can do that.”
Oh my god! Shut up already!
Without another word, I made a hasty retreat into the bathroom, locking the door behind me.
“Well, at least that wasn’t awkward,” I sarcastically mumbled to myself as I turned the shower on.
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Jade
I was packed and ready, sitting on the bed and texting Lainey about how Penny was behaving when Brian came out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a freaking towel.
