Page 6 of Going for Gold (Sweet Cravings 3)

I followed Kristen to the entrance to the men's locker room. She opened the door and pushed me in.

"Hey!"

She kept pushing me farther into the locker room. "If I'm going in, you're coming with me."

Oh God. I tried to spin around to get past her and escape, but I didn't stand a chance. She was an outside hitter and I was a libero, which meant she was super tall and I wasn't. She kept pushing me until a group of half naked guys came into view. Some of them were in their underwear. A few of them had towels wrapped around their waists. They all had ridiculously sculpted muscles. It was like I had walked into a museum filled with Greek statues that had all come to life.

"Hey guys," said Kristen, as if it was totally normal for us to be there. How can she be so confident just walking in here like this? I wished I had even half her confidence.

Everyone in the locker room turned to look at us. Half of them tried to cover up, while the other half didn't even seem to be phased.

"Alina was in here earlier and dropped her phone. Have any of you seen it?"

One of the guys wearing only a towel looked at me. "So you're the hot girl Bryce was talking about at practice today, huh?"

"Where is he now?" asked Kristen.

The guy stroked his chin dramatically. "I can't remember." He pulled his towel off and put his leg up on a bench to give Kristen and me a perfect view of his penis dangling between his legs. "But maybe you could do something to make me remember."

I put my hand out to block my view of it. "Dude, gross."

"Hey, you're the ones who came into the men's locker room. I'm just trying to get changed."

"Uh, yeah. I'm not going to blow you just to get my friend's phone back. Anyway, your penis is kinda small." Kristen grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the locker room as all the other guys laughed.

When we were safely back in the hall, I

turned to Kristen. "So how do we find my phone now?"

"It sounds like some guy named Bryce has it. How many athletes here can be named Bryce? If we search for Bryce in a list of athletes, I'm sure we can narrow it down to two or three guys."

"Good idea. We'll have to do that later though. I've gotta go get ready for dinner with Chris."

Chapter 3

Saturday

Alina

Chris was waiting for me in the village square, an area in the middle of the athletes' village featuring a fountain sculpture of a soccer player. It was surrounded by benches and places for athletes to get free food. He looked amazing, as always, in a slim fit, shiny gray suit. Even though he could pull off a swim cap, I always thought he looked the best when he was dressed up. His brown hair was still wet. It looked like he had just ran his hand through it, because it was sticking up in that sexy way I liked so much.

"You look incredible," he said, staring right at my cleavage. I would have preferred he looked at my face after I spent thirty minutes on my makeup, but I couldn't blame him for focusing on my breasts. After all, I had worn my nicest pushup bra and a low cut dress.

"You too. So where do you want to eat, Mr. Gold Medalist?"

"I don't know. So many options." He looked around. Pizza, fast food, Chinese, Mexican. The junk food options were endless, which seemed crazy in a place full of athletes that should have only been eating healthy food. "Let's grab some pizza so we can eat it while we walk."

"Walk? Where are we going?" I kind of expected he would want to go to a fancy restaurant outside of the village. A nice romantic dinner apparently wasn't what he had in mind though.

"I heard Sword Body Wash is hosting a party at Club Blue over by the water."

"Oh, okay." I wasn't a big fan of parties. I found them sweaty and crowded and gross. But if that was what Chris wanted to do to celebrate winning gold, I wasn't going to argue. This was his big night. "Pizza and a party it is."

We walked over and ordered some pizza. It was cheesy and delicious and everything I had been craving during the past few months of training. Well, not everything. I was really craving some sex, but I had decided I couldn't risk Coach finding out that I had done it and benching me. Eating pizza and going to a party would have to be enough for Chris until the volleyball finals were over.

"So why weren't you answering my texts?" asked Chris as we walked and ate. "I was beginning to think you weren't going to show."

"Oh, was I late? Sorry, I lost my phone earlier. And I didn't account for the fact that wearing these damn shoes would slow me down so much." I pointed at my black stilettos.

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