The second quarter tipped off, the noise in the hangar turning into a roar. Everyone felt it, the Skull Diggers had prepared the big guns.
The woman walked onto the court like she was stepping onto a stage. Dark hair pulled back with a bandana, big glasses framing sultry eyes, lips painted with a teasing smile.
Her body was built to draw stares, thick thighs, swaying hips, and a chest that strained against the jersey with every stride.
The crowd erupted, shouting her name, phones flashing, because everyone knew her: Salida Cheikira, the Diggers' weapon.
Not just a player, but a specialist who conquered men on the court, turned their focus to joke, and left them drained.
One of the commentators muttered into his mic.
"It looks like the game's about to heat up. They've sent in the infamous Salida."
She went straight to Nash. He barely glanced at her, focused on the game, until her curves brushed his arm.
