Page 15 of One Goal in Mind

Wish you were here for breakfast.

You could have me for breakfast.

Iquickly unsend the message.

I saw that, Red.

No, you didn’t.

Did you think of me while you fucked yourself this morning?

Let’s just say my toys are used to me calling out your name.

I unsend the last message as well.

Was it the blue one or the orange one?

I’m not telling you. Have a good morning, bestie!

Fuck, I’m hard thinking about it.

Have a great first day!

Thanks, I will! Keep an eye on Berkeley today.

Why?

Just trust me.

And it was blue.

It’s harmless flirting; there’s no chance he’s hard thinking about me. The idea of him in bed—hand tight around his cock—sends a pulse of heat straight between my thighs. Would he slowly stroke with a tight grip, toying with each piercing as he moves up and down his shaft? Or would he quickly tug until he comes on his chest? I shouldn’t be fantasizing about my friend—especially not about his pierced cock I’ve never even seen—but the conjured image lingers the rest of the morning.

After a few hours of familiarizing myself with the roster and patient files, I’m waiting in line for lunch at my favourite sandwich shop, tempted to text Russ. I haven’t heard from him since this morning. Normally, I’d have several missed texts from him by now. Did I overstep with my flirting? He started it… or at least I think he did. I check our text exchange and reread the messages. I hesitate on the last one, tempted to delete it. With my thumb hovering over the message, ready to erase it from existence, there’s a new one below it.

Bestie

How’s your first day going?

It’s a jump scare, and I suck in a breath.

Good.

Thanks for the heads up about Beav. He won’t shut up about tomorrow night’s game.

As I’m typing a reply, he calls me, and I can’t help my smile seeing his name dance across my screen. “Hey, bestie.”

“Hey, Red,” he purrs, making my belly flip.

“I wasn’t expecting to hear from you until later.”

“I just finished up a quick pre-game workout but wanted to see how your day was going.”

I bite my lip and deflect. “You’re going to be amazing tonight.”

“Oh, I know. I’m more worried about tomorrow.” Russ huffs a small laugh and explains, “Beav insists on having Rachel sit with the WAGs. He’ll be so distracted keeping an eye on her, he won’t even care about beating Québec.”

“You’re not beating us,” I taunt.

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