The Blacklist locker room was loud, the men changing out of their jerseys, some grabbing towels, others chatting about the game.
Victoria stood near the whiteboard, marker in hand, ready to launch into a debrief. Daliah leaned beside her, calm as ever, eyes sweeping the room.
Then, the door opened.
Nash walked in with Alicia on his right and Nia on his left, each of his hands buried in their shorts. Both girls trembled, holding back moans, their faces burning red. Alicia's was worse, half embarrassment, half aroused and her glare dared anyone to laugh. Nia bit her lip, grin never leaving, like she wanted the whole team to see.
Behind them was Salida, head lowered, steps hesitant, chest rising and falling like she couldn't breathe right.
The room froze.
"What the hell—?" Drex blurted.
"Why is she here?" a substitute pointed at Salida.
"Is this a joke?"
Murmurs filled the air, rising, a staff member dropped a clipboard.
