The intensity of her gaze sent a shiver through him that replaced the fever of battle with a different fever altogether. — Sylvi paced her chamber, ...excitement mounting. The guards would arrive any minute now, dragging today’s victorious gladiator with them. She imagined running her hands through his dark curls, the feel of his large hands on her ample hips, and the heat in her ached, flushing her cheeks and forcing her to catch her breath. There-yes! She could hear the clink of the guard’s. I gave a tired smile. ‘Sure, no problem. I’m just going to be resting anyway.’ Charles beamed at me as he gave me a quick hug, promised to return in an hour or two, then rushed out the front door without another word. I spent the remainder of the day on the phone. I started with calling my parents, who had not seen the news but were glad to hear I was safe. I also made a call to my insurance agent, and a company he suggested to replace the front windows of my shop. The final call of the day. " I'm glad you know where we are going. This is a nice plane. Have you flown it before?" A few times. It's owned by a friend that I was in the service with. He uses it for charters. He doesn't rent it out normally but he has let me borrow it a time or two." Does he have other planes?" He has two corporate jets, a Gulfstream G450 and a Citation. Uh-oh... you've got that look." What look is that?" The 'I want to buy something' look." I don't want to buy, but I might want to charter more often.. You may be new to the team, but we don't have any time for cold feet. Got it." Got it sir." Coach Johnson low key scared you. He was ex-military and his body showed it. His muscular physique was riddled with scars. His salt and peppered hair was cut short as to not cause to much distraction. Coach Johnson was a bit of a daddy...no you can't think about that as you are about to workout with a dozen other muscular guys who were incredibly homophobic.Cummings was a small town and a small minded.