Ryot.Bisley.Balls: That would never happen, getting a lap dance by another woman while you were watching.

DrinkWithMe: Why not? That doesn’t intrigue you?

Ryot.Bisley.Balls: What would intrigue me is *you* straddling my lap, making me hard as I gripped your ass while you played with those sexy tits of yours.

DrinkWithMe: You’re right, that is hotter. Would you suck on them if I offered them to you?

Ryot.Bisley.Balls: You wouldn’t be able to stop me.

DrinkWithMe: Well . . . now I’m going to go have some fun with my vibrator. Thanks. Good night, Bisley.

Ryot.Bisley.Balls: Wait, that’s it? Ugh, you’re killing me, Myla.

DrinkWithMe: Yup, were you expecting me to help you get off? Have an imagination, Bisley. Go forth and jack off while finishing the fantasy. XOXO

Ryot.Bisley.Balls: But I want to finish the fantasy with you.

* * *

DrinkWithMe: I saw you on the television today. Looks like someone got a houser.

Ryot.Bisley.Balls: LOL, not a houser . . . a homer, as in a home run.

DrinkWithMe: Huh, completely butchered that.

Ryot.Bisley.Balls: It made me laugh.

DrinkWithMe: Are you happy? Celebrating? Suckling down a protein bar?

Ryot.Bisley.Balls: I’m actually out with Banner. He’s talking to some girl while I’m nursing a Coke Zero.

DrinkWithMe: Where are you at, Bisley?

Ryot.Bisley.Balls: The Benchwarmer.

DrinkWithMe: Looks like our stars are crossing once again.

* * *

RYOT

“As I live and breathe, Bisley Balls,” I hear Myla say as she approaches from behind.

I turn just in time to catch her checking out my backside before her eyes meet mine. Fuck, it’s been too fucking long since I’ve seen her, and this is a stark reminder of just how gorgeous she is. Teasing each other in our DMs over the past few weeks has been fun and helped me relax and not be so tense at the plate. But after the past couple of days, the tension has peaked, and now I’m so fucking horny. Seeing her has spiked that desire to get her naked in my bed.

“How did you ever find me?” I ask, a smile tugging at my lips as I check her out.

Sexy nurse costume long gone, she’s now in a pair of fraying cutoffs and a crop top that shows off an inch of her stomach. Her hair is draped over her shoulders in soft waves. Her shorts and crop top accentuate her waist and chest. She truly knows how to play with her curves and make every man in this goddamn bar turn their head. Thank fuck she’s talking to me.

“How did I find you? Well, fate of course,” she says as she leans against the bar next to me.

I turn toward her and ask, “Can I get you something to drink?”

“I would love that.” She grips her throat. “I’m completely parched.”

“Well, we can’t have that.” I lean over the bar and grab the bartender’s attention. “Could I have another Coke Zero for the lady?”

“Sure,” he answers and fills up a glass right in front of us before sliding it closer.