two.

Bruce had ordered Mandy to work by the bench handling the water bottles and such, sending Roxanne to clean things in the locker room. Roxanne felt lost without Mandy by her side. She wiped down the table, her arms shaky, not liking being alone in the locker room entrance. It made her feel more vulnerable than usual.

Roxy sighed, looking at the giant orange Gatorade dispenser. She had to dump the remains and clean it, which was going to be pretty gross. Removing the lid and cleaning it, she groaned. Why did she even think this was a good idea, to take this job?

Then, as she lifted the container in her arms, she remembered. She had to get away from her father and his fucked-up new family. The 1950s perfect family which she had no part or say in. Lost in angry thoughts as she stormed down the hall, Roxanne didn’t even realize she couldn’t see over the top of the container.

Her thoughts were broken as she crashed into someone, the remaining Gatorade contents in the dispenser spilling everywhere, but mainly on the hockey player she had just walked right into. Roxy’s face turned bright red when she realized it was Anton Lander, and his white Oilers practice jersey was now stained a pukey-orange.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry!” she exclaimed, rushing to grab some of the spare towels, “I am such an idiot...” She quickly handed him a towel and used another to dab at the wet stains.

Lander took the towel and dried his hair, “Don’t worry, it was just an accident.” He smiled at her, causing Roxy’s cheeks to flush, “Maybe I should just get another jersey?”

“Yeah,” she said quickly, withdrawing the soaked white towel, “Uh...this way.”

Lander kicked the container aside and followed, thankfully his skates had just got a few spots on the laces. He stole a look at her chest as she dropped down to fish through the shelves and pulled out a blue jersey for him. Lander licked his lips lustfully. She really did have a great rack.

“Here,” she said, leading him to the locker room, “Is this your size?”

“I’m a large,” he said simply. Roxanne blushed, seeing she’d grabbed a medium.

“Ok, let me try that again,” she replied hastily, rushing back to the jersey shelves. Lander pulled the jersey off his head, noticing there was some Gatorade on his hockey pants also. Deciding to tease her, he took those off also. He removed his skates and stood there in his underarmor and socks.

“This should fit you, I-”

Roxanne stopped in her tracks. Lander smiled at her innocently; his hard-on very uncomfortable in his athleticup. He knew she could see it, he could tell by the way she was staring, like she was in unbelievable awe.

“Yes?”

She snapped out of it and tossed him the jersey, “I mean...here...”

Roxanne’s thighs felt like they were on fire; her inner depths starting to swell. Every inch of her screamed for his body. She wanted to tear off his clothing and then hers, press him against the wall and force him into give everything to her.

“Excuse me, intern?”

Roxy nearly jumped out of her skin, whirling around to see Petra standing there, tapping her foot, “You leave that giant mess on the runway?”

“Oh,” Roxy felt her heart sink miserably, “Yeah, I did...”

“Go clean it up before someone gets hurt.” Petra commanded, smirking as the intern left the locker room, leaving her standing in front of her boyfriend.

“That was mean.”

“She needs to do her job,” Petra said simply, raising her eyebrows, “Is that for me?”

Lander shrugged, “Yeah...I’m not really in the mood right now, though....”

“Sure you are,” Petra walked over to him, planting a kiss below his ear, “How about...the medical table?”

Lander sighed, “Petra, I’m serious. The way you treat her turns me off.”

“You’re a child.” Petra snapped, grabbing his hand, “Come on. Let’s go have a little fun.”

---

“...and then she walked out, licking her lips, saying to me, ‘You’ll never know how good he tastes’,” Roxanne groaned, taking another spoonful of Ben and Jerry’s, “I hate her.”

“She is a huge bitch,” Mandy agreed, flipping the TV to Grey’s Anatomy, “But seriously, you almost go action there. That’s kind of, well, awesome.”

“It’s not because I could’ve made a huge mistake and got myself fired,” Roxy sighed, “Seriously...”

“Don’t lie, he made you soak yourself.”

“Doesn’t matter!”

“You could’ve gotten laid.”

“Not the point, Manders!”

Mandy smirked, “I’m thinking about getting some ass myself...”

“What are you talking about?”

“Well...Taylor lives in our building...”

Roxy sighed, “You’re kidding, right? Please tell me you are.”

Mandy grinned evilly, “I could just pretend I’m locked out and I need to use his phone...while in just a towel.”

“You’re horrible.”

“But it would work, wouldn’t it?”

“Of course it would, but-”

Mandy flew off the couch and disappeared into the bathroom. She emerged in an electric pink towel, tied strategically so her shape could be admired. Grinning, she mock-paraded around the room, striking poses.

“Well?”

“I think you’re an idiot,” Roxy told her, “I’ll see you in an hour?”

“It’s been awhile,” Mandy said, heading to the door, “I’d say maybe two.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“You’re jealous!”