Chapter 3
Jason Jameson (ML)
It'd get me to watch.
Across the rink, the referee blows the whistle, signalling The Spades to finish their warm-up.
Shrestha Gosh (FL)
Only a few minutes until we're live. How am I supposed to get my lines out when my teeth are chattering?
Aman (Fl Colleague)
Don't be so pessimistic. This will have to be the quickie version but.... I always have a back-up.
Aman hurries to his gear and pulls forth a garment bag with a flourish. I reach for the pressed, polished ensemble.
Shrestha Gosh (FL)
Aman, this is perfect..... But where am I going to even change?
Jason glances over to the Spades player lining up along the bench. The seal pour into the rink.
Jason Jameson (ML)
You can use the players tunnel... I'll even stand guard and defend your honour.
I don't give the consequences a second thought. I follow Jason to the player tunnel, hurrying after his heavy footsteps.
Shrestha Gosh (FL)
Are you sure no one will see me here?
Jason gives me a pointed look. The added height of his skates makes him tower over me, the bulk of his gear eclipsing the rink beyond.
Jason Jameson (ML)
No one's gonna see you. And if they try..... I can always punch them.
Shrestha Gosh (FL)
(This guy is not joking 😃)
Shrestha Gosh (FL)
Then I'm in good hands. The last thing I need is my boss to see me like this with Spades player. Especially YOU.
Jason's eyes follow each button I unfasten, drinking in the jut of my collarbone, the lace cup of my bra..
I thrum as his finger twitch, as if he wishes he could touch me .
Jason Jameson (ML)
I can see why, pretty compromising position is for you.
Shrestha Gosh (FL)
(Is Jason Jameson's flirting with me.....? I can use that 😏)
Shrestha Gosh (FL)
You're right..... If I didn't know better, I'd say you're hot for the news reporter.
I slowly peel the shirt all the way off my skin, baring my shoulders to the icy air. Jason's eyes pointed stay on mine.
Jason Jameson (ML)
You'd be reaching
Shrestha Gosh (FL)
Right.... Why would Jason ever get turned on by......this?
Spurred forth by the fire in his gaze, I draw the zipper of my shirt down on my thighs. The sound is deafening in the quiet tunnel.
I let the skirt drop to the floor. Jason's eyes flick down the long run of my legs, then the back up.
Shrestha Gosh (FL)
I prefer the term 'Confident'
Jason grunts, passing me Aman's garment bag.
Jason Jameson (ML)
Well, your 'Confidence' could take less time. Unless you want to go on TV shirtless after all.
Snowy
See you guys in next chapter...
Snowy
Till then stay happy and safe
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