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I’m jamming out to my tunes and jogging the track as I wait for Ty to arrive. And each time I pass the cage, my excitement grows. Ty and I are sparring in there today, and we’re both fucking pumped for it.
And just as “Eye of the Tiger” starts playing in my earbuds, Ty walks into the gym looking hot as fuck in his grease-stained work pants, and backwards hat. Seriously, could this day get any better?
I jog over to him, pulling my earbuds out and falling into step next to him as he heads towards the locker room. “Hey,” I say, catching my breath.
“Hey,” he says, glancing at me.
I eye him, waiting for more. But we clearly still have work to do in that department.
“And how was your day?” I ask with a little wave of my hand towards him, urging him to answer.
“Good,” he says with a little nod.
I slap a hand to his chest so he stops and I stare at him, waiting.
He sighs, shoving my hand off his chest and continuing to make his way to the locker room. “It was busy. But had a motorcycle in today, so it was good.”
“Wow, impressive.” I nod with a smile and follow him into the locker room. “That was like,” I lift my hand, counting on my fingers, “thirteen words. That might be your new personal best.”
He shoots me a look and drops his bag on the bench.
“Now you ask me how my day was,” I say, holding back my smile as I cross my arms and let my eyes drop to his ass.
Ty glances over his shoulder at me as he pulls his locker door open. “Or you could just tell me.”
“No,” I shake my head, “you need to ask.”
“No,” he shakes his head as well, pulling his shorts out of his bag, “I don’t.”
“Yes, you do.”
“No, I fucking don’t.”
“You want to go backwards down those fucking stairs?” I tilt my head. “Because I can make sure it hurts.”
“Oh my god.” Ty turns to glare at me. “How was your fucking day?”
I shrug. “It was alright.”
Fire burns in his eyes as his jaw tics, and he turns back to his locker.
But I chuckle, leaning back against my locker opposite his. “I got the job.”
He turns again to face me, his eyes widening slightly. Then his lips slowly tilt up in a lop-sided smile. “That’ll show them.”
“Fucking right it will,” I say with a nod.
And I have to smile to myself at that thought. Because I accepted this job without one worry about what my parents are going to say or do. It was completely for me, and they don’t get to have a fucking say. I consider that a pretty big win.
“Any calls from them today?” Ty asks, pulling his shirt off.
“Not since that text from my dad,” I say, watching his bare, muscular abs flex as he pushes his pants down so he’s in just his black boxers.
But before he can pull on his fight shorts, I stop him. “Wait.”
He looks up at me, and then to the door. “No,” he says with a shake of his head and moves again to step into his shorts.
“I said fucking wait,” I snap, as I pull my locker door open. “I got you something.”
