He’s tall, but not too tall, maybe 5′10”, with short black hair and the greenest eyes I’ve ever seen. He has a muscular body from what I can see from the way he fills out the upper half of his uniform. Those muscles look hard-earned from everyday labor, not so much from spending hours in the gym.
Staring at him, I suddenly understand why women obsess over guys in a uniform.
“Do you think she knows she’s in teeny-tiny pajamas?” I hear Nicole whisper-shout in the way only someone who has had too much alcohol can do.
My eyes widen, as I look down and see that I walked out of the hotel room in my tank top and sleep shorts, sans bra.
“No, let’s not tell her, she might get embarrassed. I think she likes Officer Russells, look at that blush she has going on.” I hear Brayden whisper-shout back to his girlfriend.
Rolling my head back to stare at the ceiling, I consider pulling out my phone and calling Coach to come get them.
That would serve them right.