Ryder

Chapter 23

The six of us gather in the hotel lobby near the team headquarters and training track. John gives us all the details of the mandatory meetings, food, and events while we're here. I eye Arch across the room, but he's staring at the wall. I'm not even sure if he's paying attention until they tell us we will be sharing a room. He and I are paired together. Fucking great, that's all I need, but I smile and nod at John, letting him know I'm fine with it even though I'm far from it.

As we're dismissed with our keys, Arch steps forward to talk to John, and I hear him ask if he can just pay to have his own room. I walk away as I hear John laugh, and I shake my head. This is all about team-building, and it's not really ‘team-building' if you want your own room, so I make my way up in the lift to check the room out and get the better bed.

Pushing the door open, the room is small, housing two queen-sized beds. At the foot of them are two sets of drawers with a desk in the middle and a TV mounted to the wall. There's a fridge under the desk and a kettle and toaster on top of it. There's a small bathroom with a shower over the bath, with two sinks and a toilet. It's gonna be a tight fit, but we will just have to make it work. There's a small balcony, and I choose the bed next to it, tossing my bag on it and starting to unpack. I'm assuming Arch has got his own way when he doesn't follow me in, but an hour later, he shoves through the door. I'm just stepping out of the shower when he does.

"Put some fucking clothes on," he snaps, and I grin. Looks like Archi-fucking-bald is back, and Arch 2.0 has fucked right off.

I have a towel slung low on my waist, and I'm scrubbing another into my hair.

"As you wish!" I grin. I walk past him, drop the towels on the floor at the foot of my bed, and bend over to grab some boxers out of the drawer.

"Seriously? You're an absolute heathen," he spits at me.

I stalk towards him, still naked, with my boxers in my hand, leaning over him. I smile down at him, and his breathing starts to get more rapid as his eyes widen. His gaze flicks to my dick and back again before he gulps.

"Gonna have to get used to it, Arch." I reach up and tap his cheek. "It's a very small room." Glancing down at my dick and back up at him, and I wink. "And I'm a very big guy."

I step back, and he lets out a breath before turning and practically running into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him and clicking the lock.

I let out a roar of laughter as I pull on my boxers, grab the towels, and slide out onto the balcony to hang them to dry.