TESSA.

“Take this. Private suite. After hours only. Use it tonight.”

Rhys pressed the key card into my palm at the end of the afternoon session. The plastic felt cool against my skin. Staff still moved through the main recovery corridor. I closed my fingers around it and left without another word, the residual ache between my legs already deciding for me.

The compound quieted after nine. Most of the lights in the athlete wing had gone dark. I walked the service hallway with the card in my pocket and the same low pulse of heat that had lived there since the first evaluation. The private suite door unlocked with...