Odessa

“This is the men’s locker room, Sloane!” Someone yelled.

“I can see that,” I said through gritted teeth.

A couple of guys reached for their towels or pants, while others didn’t mind going commando.

“Don’t talk to her like that. Make yourself at home, Sloane. Come sit by me,” a player blew me a kiss, and I recoiled.

Where the hell was he? I knew he was here. I spotted Gage coming out of the shower. His hair was damp, and his eyes were round with surprise.

“Odessa,” ...