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Rebecca’s phone chimed, announcing a new message. She reached for it without looking away from her laptop.
Ted.
A small smile tugged at her lips. She tapped the message icon, expecting another funny gif or one of those random facts he loved sharing: something he’d read in the paper or on his Facebook feed or heard from Beard.
“Oh my god,” Rebecca breathed out when the message opened and she met face to face with… well… definitely not a gif.
There was a dick staring at her from the screen. Soft, unerected, but definitely a dick.
Her mind went blank. She blinked, heat rushed up her neck and into her cheeks.
“Babe? What’s wrong?” Keeley’s voice came from somewhere very far. For a moment Rebecca had completely forgotten it was Wednesday - their lunch day, the one they tried always spend together no matter how busy their schedules were, “Babe?”
Rebecca felt her face, neck and tips of her ears burn even hotter. A familiar, fluttering feeling spread through her stomach, and she pressed her thighs together, trying to will this fire away. Or maximise it.
Okay.
Totally normal reaction to the photo of your employee’s cock. Perfectly reasonable.
Right?
Right.
She was calm. She was absolutely calm. She just had to convince her racing heart of that.
“Rebecca, what’s wrong with you? You’re scaring me,” Keeley said, suddenly appearing at her side on the couch.
“I’m fine, love,” Rebecca replied with her most practiced smile, the kind she’d perfected during years of her marriage and social events. Keeley, of course, wasn’t buying it. The girl, bless her, caught every little shift in Rebecca’s mood. The privilege of best friend and everything.
“Then why do you look like someone just sent you a dick pic, and now you’re trying to hide it from me?” Keeley asked, narrowing her eyes.
What the fuck?
“What the fuck?” Rebecca blurted, now out loud, “How the fuck do you do it?”
Seriously, how did Keeley momentarily understand it? Did the billboard with the words “my gaffer sent me his dick and now I’m hot and bothered” suddenly appear above her head?
“No way,” Keeley gasped.
Rebecca gave her a tiny nod, realising there was no point to hide anything. Keeley kicked off her platform heels, tucked her legs beneath her and sat down beside her on the couch, studying Rebecca closely. Her face, to Rebecca’s surprise, didn’t show the usual excitement that always appeared whenever juicy bit of gossip was on the horizon. Her eyebrows were knitted into a furious frown, and her lips resembled an angry, thin line.
“What the fuck?” Keeley muttered through clenched teeth, taking Rebecca’s hand protectively, “Who is it? Who is this arsehole?”
“Does it matter?” Rebecca asked, not really understanding what was the reason for such a reaction from her best friend.
“Rebecca?” Keeley asked carefully and then gasped. And… here it was. Her expression shifted completely to the one Rebecca had been expecting from the start: sparkling eyes, a wide grin, her shoulders twitching with excitement, “Oh my god,” she squealed, squeezing Rebecca’s hand with such a force that Rebecca winced in pain, “You’re seeing someone!”
“What? No!” Rebecca frowned.
She couldn’t understand how Keeley could have come up with this conclusion. As if reading her thoughts, Keeley answered the question she hadn’t even asked.
“Then why someone sends you a dick pic and you’re blushing? Normally you’d be setting this someone on fire. Or letting me do it,” Keeley countered.
And oh… she was right. In any other case, Rebecca would’ve gone full wrath of Gods mode. She’d probably call the police. Or better yet, she would have gone and wrapped that twat’s pathetic cock around their own neck and declared that that’s exactly how it was from the very beginning. She might’ve even called Roy and invited him to join her. If she was feeling particularly vindictive.
But this wasn’t just anyone. This was Ted. Her… nope. Stop. This was Ted. Sweet, gentle, kind Ted. The man wouldn’t hurt a fly in his life, and certainly he wouldn’t send a dick pic to someone who hadn’t asked for it. And even before sending it, he would make sure they gave their full consent. And well, as a bonus point - it was a great dick. Even in its unerected state.
“I’m sure it was an accident,” Rebecca said quickly, because what else could it possibly be, “He must’ve pressed the wrong button or something.”
Keeley’s facial expression was loud. She raised a skeptical brow and looked at Rebecca with suspicion.
“Accidentally pressed the wrong button and accidentally took a pic of his dick? And then accidentally sent it to you? How, exactly?” Keeley asked with a tsk, “Rebecca. Be serious.”
“I am serious,” Rebecca replied, “It happens,” she muttered, because with each passing moment she became more and more convinced that it really had happened by accident. And it was a shame. Because she wouldn’t have minded to receive a proper, classic dick pic from Ted. Considering… oh, well. Rebecca bit her cheek hard to push all those treacherous thoughts away.
“Right. And I’m the Queen of England,” Keeley snorted softly.
Rebecca chose to ignore her.
After a pause, Keeley sighed dramatically.
“At least tell me that it’s a pretty cock and not some ugly curved mushroom,” Keeley sighed, seemingly at last resigning herself to the fact that Rebecca wouldn’t reveal anything else.
“You think I’d react like that to an ugly cock? Keeley, be serious,” Rebecca repeated Keeley's words with a snort.
There was no point in hiding from Keeley what an impression the photo had made on her. Her best friend had already seen everything anyway. Keeley giggled, though her expression showed that she still wasn’t entirely convinced by Rebecca’s words.
“But I’d appreciate it even more if it was hard,” it slipped out of Rebecca’s mouth against her will. She immediately bit her lip. That was not the kind of information she had planned to share with Keeley.
“Wait what? Someone sent you a picture of their floppy dick?” Keeley asked with a genuine surprise. Rebecca had no choice but to nod, “Wanker,” the word made Rebecca snort, if only Keeley knew… “Okay, maybe it really was an accident, and this someone confused you with a doctor. Wait. Who even sends dick pics to doctors? That’s clearly an ethical violation of some kind. Are you sure you don’t want to cancel this bloke?” Keeley asked hopefully. She seemed a little too vindictive today for Rebecca’s liking.
“I’m sure,” Rebecca replied.
She sincerely hoped the conversation was over, and they could get back to what they were doing. Or rather Keeley would get back to what she was doing, while Rebecca would stare blankly at her laptop screen, trying to see emails in her inbox and not, dear God, Ted’s dick.
“Rebecca,” but no, Keeley wouldn’t drop it.
“Yes, Keeley.”
“Who sent you the picture of their dick?”
“Do you really have to know it?”
“Yes. I’m just curious by now. Who could you possibly be defending like that? Ted?”
Rebecca was certain she could have kept a straight face and not given away that Keeley’s shot in the dark had hit the mark. She had years of practice after all. She’d been married to Rupert for twelve bloody years, for fuck’s sake. She was the female owner of a men’s football club, the woman in a man’s world. She could silence some sleazy twat of the board member with a single look. But unfortunately, Keeley chose the exact moment Rebecca drew a deep breath to ask her question. So Rebecca’s throat tightened, and she broke into a hoarse, very telling cough, with tears instantly springing to her eyes.
“What the fuck? Ted? Our Ted sent you a dick pic? Ted Lasso?” Keeley shouted in such a piercing, ringing voice that all Rebecca could do was silently hope and pray for Keeley’s office walls to be soundproof enough, so her employees behind the glass wouldn’t hear a thing.
“As I said, he clearly did it by accident,” Rebecca sighed, seeing no point in trying to get out of this situation by lying.
“Sure,” Keeley said, rolling her eyes, “Accidentally. Of course. Totally believable.”
“Keeley…” Rebecca sighed again.
“Okay. Okay,” Keeley said conciliatory, but then her eyes sparkled with mischief, “Show me,” Keeley begged, grabbing Rebecca’s hand again.
“No.”
“Why?” Keeley whined.
“I don’t think he wanted anyone to see it,” Rebecca said gently, patting Keeley’s hand with her free one.
“So he sent it to you?”
Rebecca gave her a meaningful look, and Keeley only sighed in response. Then a devilish smile spread across her lips, and Rebecca mentally braced herself for the worst.
“Okay. You’re right, obviously. Keep it to yourself. Have a great orgasm, though, because I can see it in your eyes - your vibrator’s about to play the role of Ted’s dick tonight,” Keeley said with a nonchalant shrug.
“Enough,” Rebecca snapped, a bit sharper than intended. But the damage was already done. Keeley’s words had started their destructive course. Rebecca wasn’t sure how to subtly press her thighs together again to calm the wave of heat that had risen inside her at the mere thought of Ted, his dick and her vibrator in one sentence.
“Am I wrong though? You clearly liked what you saw,” Keeley teased.
“Well… it is a good dick,” Rebecca mumbled. She wanted to close her eyes, fully aware of the image that would flash behind them the second she did it. Which was exactly why closing her eyes was also the last thing she wanted to do. Damn Ted Lasso and the Hamlet-level dilemma he’d unknowingly thrown her into.
“And everything else that comes with the dick?” Keeley probed, her tone now soft and smile kind. Thankfully for Rebecca, it was obvious that the spark of mischief had faded. For now. But knowing Keeley… that peace wouldn’t last.
Rebecca sighed heavily.
“Everything else isn’t bad either,” she admitted.
Keeley let out a sharp squeal, and Rebecca couldn’t help but laugh in response. The cat was out of the bag, she guessed. Not that Keeley hadn’t known before. Rebecca was sure her best friend had strong suspicions all along, even if Rebecca herself still wasn’t sure what exactly that something was.
“Good for you, babe,” Keeley said approvingly, standing up from the couch and heading back to her desk, “You need to shag him,” she added casually, as if announcing she was going for a smoke or popping to the loo.
“What the fuck, Keeley?” Rebecca blurted.
“You like Ted. Ted likes you. And don't even try to deny or doubt it. It is quite obvious. You’re both insanely sexy people, and the world, myself in the first place, will be endlessly grateful when you finally start shagging, fall madly in love, get married and eventually invite me into your bedroom. Just to watch, at least,” Keeley said in the calm, professional tone, the same one she used while pitching a new PR campaign to a client.
“Shut up, Keeley,” Rebecca waved her off, as if it wasn’t a big deal.
It fucking was.
“Think about it, Rebecca.”
Oh, Rebecca would. She was sure of it. Whether she wanted to or not. Her fate was already sealed.
***
Rebecca thanked every existing and non-existent higher powers for deciding not to drive her Rover to the club today, because the chances of her causing a car accident, thanks to Ted, were dangerously high. And she doubted Ted would appreciate it if his boss wrapped herself around a lamppost simply because she’d been too distracted daydreaming about his dick instead of watching the road.
And now, safely seated in the back seat with Roger, utterly reliable Roger, behind the wheel, Rebecca allowed her mind to spiral.
So.
Ted.
Ted. Sweet, darling Ted, who had somehow sent her his dick pic.
What a fucking madness was her life?
Rebecca pulled her phone from her bag, unlocked it and opened her messages with Ted. Yep. The photo was still there. It hadn’t been a product of her horny imagination. She sighed.
Scrolling back through their chat, she checked if there had been any signs that this was coming. Maybe some sort of context, a misunderstanding, a misinterpreted joke.
Nope. Nothing even remotely hinting at that.
There was a photo of Henry’s school presentation about their club. She smiled again looking at it. Sweet boy.
Then a gif of a cat looking suspiciously from side to side. No context. Probably Ted just found it pretty hilarious and shared it with her.
Then there was long discussion about the differences between courgettes and zucchinis a couple of days ago. And after Rebecca convinced Ted that they were absolutely the same thing, just like aubergines and eggplants, he only asked how to pronounce courgette properly so he wouldn’t make a fool of himself in front of Richard, because of course Ted knew the name of the man who sold him fruits and vegetables at the weekend market. And that was that.
Or maybe not?
Were the talks about aubergines and courgettes the catalyst? Did Ted think it was some sort of innuendo on her part? Or was it innuendo on his part, the one she just didn’t catch?
Rebecca bit the skin around her thumbnail. What the hell did it all mean?
She scrolled back down to the latest message and… oh, for heaven’s sake. Yep, still there. The dick pic was still there. Rebecca couldn’t even imagine where the photo could have gone in the last five or ten minutes she’d spent rereading their previous messages. But it could have happened, couldn’t it? Who knows.
And that's it. Nothing else from Ted. A complete radio silence.
There were only a few reasons for it. Either he hadn’t realised what exactly he’d sent her. Or he had realised and was currently hyperventilating somewhere, trying to figure out what to do next. Or maybe it hadn’t been an accident after all, and he was waiting for some sort of reaction from Rebecca. Maybe she was supposed to reply? Should she have liked the photo? Written that she would have preferred for his dick to be hard? Or something like “10 out of 10, it must be inside of me like yesterday?”
Oh Jesus.
Rebecca pressed her thighs together. Again.
Bloody Ted.
This was ridiculous. There was absolutely no need to react to the picture of his dick the way she was reacting to it. She wasn’t even ovulating for fuck’s sake. She just… oh, god. She just fucking wanted Te…
No, Rebecca.
She squeezed her eyes shut tightly, until white spots appeared in front of her eyelids. She just hadn’t had sex in far too long. That had to be it. That was the reason. Obviously. Simple like that. Yep. Piece of cake. And she easily could fix it.
At one point Rebecca considered raising the partition between Roger and herself and maybe slide her hand under her skirt, into her panties, press on her throbbing clit, slip a finger or two between her folds and inside her soaked core. God, she was fucking soaked, she could feel it. She needed… something. Her hand twitched to reach for the button, but Rebecca clenched it into fist. Her fingers would help yes, but they wouldn’t be enough to put down a fire inside. She needed a fucking dick. Preferably Ted’s.
Okay. Yes. That was the truth. She wanted… she needed Ted fucking Lasso to fuck her into a goddamn mattress until she stopped desperately longing for him, until her legs turned into a jelly.
Oh fuck.
Rebecca groaned. It was a good moment to admit that Keeley wasn’t entirely wrong. But at the same time… why use a vibrator if she might’ve had a chance to get the original thing. Good grief.
“Oh, for goodness’ sake,” she muttered under her breath and let her forehead rest against the cool car window with a thud. Loud enough, that the sound made Roger glance at her in the rear-view mirror.
“Rough day, Ms. Welton?” he asked kindly.
“You have no idea,” she replied, laughing a little too loudly. The sort of laugh that could easily tip into hysteria. Roger, long used to emotions cursing through her, didn’t even blink.
“Home or the club, ma’am?” he asked simply.
“The club,” Rebecca said after a pause.
She needed to talk to her head coach.
And she sincerely hoped she wouldn’t make things worse.
***
When Rebecca arrived to the club, the training was in a full swing. She spent a minute or so contemplating whether to call Ted up to her office but decided to wait.
If he really had sent the picture on purpose with an unambiguous hint then neither of them would be able to focus on work afterward. Rebecca already could barely imagine getting herself in the right headspace to go through her inbox. And Ted should be even more focused than she was. They have an away game against Arsenal on Saturday, and both, her coaches and her boys, had to be fully prepared for that match. Depriving the team of their gaffer just because the owner was horny was not exactly a very bright idea.
She sighed, sat at her desk, opened her laptop and clicked on the first email. She could only hope her old school and university era coping mechanism of burying herself in work would block out every unwanted thought.
***
A quiet knock startled her. She’d zoned out so completely she hadn’t noticed the time pass. The sky outside glowed red with sunset, and on her doorstep stood the reason she had buried herself in work in the first place.
“Hey, Boss,” Ted mumbled awkwardly when she looked up.
A shiver ran down her spine.
He was beautiful.
Ridiculously so.
Standing there on the doorstep of her office, bathed in the rays of setting sun that softened his features even more, made his eyes shine brighter. Her lips curved into an involuntary smile.
“Ted,” she greeted him with a nod.
“I…” he began, uncharacteristically hesitating in the doorway, then inhaled deeply, clearly trying to gather his thoughts or maybe a courage, and crossed the room in a few long strides.
Rebecca’s stomach tightened. Not from fear. Definitely not. But with anticipation. What was he going to do? Kiss her? Sweep her off her feet? Well, whether he knew it or not, he was halfway there already.
But instead, he surprised her.
He placed a sheet of paper on her desk and looked away.
“What’s this?” Rebecca asked, frowning. She picked it up and saw a few short lines written in his familiar rounded handwriting.
“My resignation letter,” Ted said flatly, as if she couldn’t see the words herself. Something inside her twisted again, not with a pleasing feeling of anticipation this time, but with a dull, pulling pain, “This time I even wrote it on a real paper, not a menu or something like that…” he added, still looking at anything, but her.
“I thought we’d already been through this, Ted,” Rebecca managed, her voice steadier than she expected. She suspected the reason for his sudden decision, but that didn’t make it hurt less. The mere thought of Ted leaving the club, leaving Richmond, leaving… her made her heart ache.
“Yeah, but last time, we got relegated because of me,” Ted countered, sheepishly shoving his hands in his pockets and staring at his Nikes.
Rebecca just shook her head but didn’t correct him that it wasn't definitely his fault. It wasn’t the time to argue about semantics.
“And now I… well, I sent you what I sent,” Ted admitted finally, “So yeah. That’s it.”
Rebecca studied him from head to toe, looked at his slumped shoulders, furrowed eyebrows. A walking definition of guilt. But quite cute overall. Though she didn’t like seeing him beat himself up over what was now clearly an almost harmless accident.
She looked down at the letter again and then tore it in half. Ted’s head shot up at the sound of ripping paper.
“What are you doing?” he exclaimed in surprise.
Rebecca, before gracing him with an answer, calmly tore it again. And again. Then emptied the shreds into the bin by her desk.
“Throwing out the trash,” she said, meeting his startled gaze, “Some silly person left it on my desk.”
“But, Boss…” Ted began.
“Ted,” she interrupted gently, nodding toward the sofa, “Sit down, please.”
He obeyed and went straight to sit there, clasping his hands tightly on his knees. Rebecca noted with relief they weren’t shaking. The last thing she wanted was to be the cause of his anxiety or even worse a panic attack. She walked around the desk and sat beside him.
Before she could decide whether to move closer or take his hand, Ted began talking fast, his accent thickening.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Boss. Believe me, I’d never… I… R'becca. I’m not that kind of person. If you want to file some kind of restraining orders, you’d be totally right. Dang it… you probably don’t even wanna be in the same room as me. You sure you don’t want me to resign? It’d be completely understandable. You must be…”
“Ted. Ted, calm down, darling,” she cut in softly, in the end shifting closer until their knees touched. She gently unclasped his hands apart and took one in hers, “It’s fine, Ted. Believe me. No harm done,” the only harm was to her soaked panties, but that was too early for this kind of confession, “Calm down. Deep breath. Everything’s okay.”
Ted momentarily inhaled deeply, his shoulders visibly relaxing.
“’M really sorry,” he repeated, squeezing her hand tighter. His thumb started tracing idle circles over her knuckles, seemingly completely unconscious.
“Were you trying to send it to another woman?” Rebecca finally asked the question that had been bothering her all day.
The intrusive thought had been poking at the back of her mind for hours, like a tiny hair stuck inside the collar of her sweater, impossible to get rid of, no matter how many times she ran her hand over it, trying to brush it away. It kept scratching and scratching and scratching, dragging her into helpless frustration.
Rebecca hadn’t even shared the thought with Keeley, the last thing she wanted was to see pity or sympathy on her best friend's face.
It was pathetic, she knew.
And it was better to rip off the band-aid now than to circle around it and make herself look like a complete idiot.
"But a tip for you for the next time, take the picture when it’s hard, not that yours isn’t…" Rebecca trailed off, realising she’d just said more than she intended.
But she was a little stressed, okay?
“What? No! What woman?” Ted asked, seemingly completely missing or graciously ignoring her slipping. And there was something in his voice that made Rebecca think her question genuinely offended him. Interesting, “I thought I was sending it to Beard,” he confessed in the end, “Your messages were next to each other, and I wasn’t paying enough attention to where I tap. It’s kinda awkward.”
“To Beard?” she echoed, blinking. Well, even more interesting, because in her worldview, if he hadn’t been sending it to some secret lady, the idea that he’d taken and sent it by accident actually seemed more believable.
“Yeah.”
“And you and Beard are…” Rebecca began. All this time, she’d been sure that this deep connection of theirs was purely and completely platonic, though, on the other hand, she probably wouldn’t have been too shocked if it was the other way around.
“Nah,” Ted said, waving his hand dismissively, “We realised way back in college that we’re not exactly built for that kind of relationship with each other.”
“Okay,” Rebecca exhaled, mentally filing away this new piece of information for later.
“But you know Beard. The man knows everything. And there’s this little spot on my… uh… private parts. And I told him about it. And he told me to show it to him, and instead, well, y’know, I showed it to you. Thinking about it now, he probably meant I should show it to him in real life. So now I’m in this awkward situation where I still have no clue about my spot and I’m in trouble with you.”
Ted delivered the entire monologue in one breath and then took a deep one, falling silent as if he’d just taken a part of all the weight off his chest. He wrapped Rebecca’s hand in both of his, enclosing it in a warm hold. The skin of his palms was soft, with just a few calluses here and there. They felt so nice that a noticeable shiver ran through Rebecca’s body and settled low in her stomach again.
“You’re not,” Rebecca said gently, smiling when he looked up and raised his eyebrows in question, “In trouble, I mean.”
“No?” Ted asked hopefully. Small smile tugged at his lips as an answer.
“No, Ted,” she confirmed, patting his knee to seal it, “Promise.”
“You sure?” he asked again.
“One hundred percent,” Rebecca noded. Ted looked at her closely, as if trying to find even a hint of a doubt in her words.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Whew. Dang! Good. I darn near made myself sick worrying,” he confessed.
Rebecca smiled. Ted finally looked calm and relaxed again. So it hadn’t been a proposition after all. Shame. But who said it couldn’t become one now? She just desperately wanted him. Okay?
She stood from her seat, noticing how his face fell when she slipped her hand from his, he looked like a kicked puppy for the moment there. Rebecca involuntary smiled, the other kind of warmth spread through her body. It didn't settle in the lower part of her belly this time, but went straight to her chest, making her want to smile wider and maybe giggle a little too. But instead she picked up her phone, came back and sat as closely to him as before again.
“What are you doing?” Ted squeaked when he saw that she opened their chat.
“Come on, it’s not like either of us hasn’t seen it,” Rebecca deadpanned, tapping on the photo he’d sent to open it full screen.
A sound escaped Ted’s throat, the kind that would’ve made Higgins proud if he’d heard it.
Ted was right.
There was a little spot on his penis, that she didn’t really notice before. It was almost in the middle of the shaft, but slightly closer to the head. Rebecca was pretty sure she could’ve easily covered it with her lips when she’d take him in her mouth and… Stop. She shook her head slightly, trying to chase the thoughts away, even for a moment.
But Ted noticed, of course he did.
Out of the corner of her eye, Rebecca saw him watching her with puzzled curiosity. She took her gaze away from the photo of the dick and looked at its owner instead. Ted’s cheeks and the tips of his ears were as red as the sunset outside of the window, but his eyes… Oh, his eyes. Whatever Ted saw in her expression, and she could’ve guessed what exactly, it changed something in him. His pupils widened on the spot, almost hiding the warm brown of his irises, and a faint shaky breath escaped his lips. Rebecca might have missed it if she hadn’t been so completely focused on him. A shiver ran through her, chased by a wave of familiar heat.
“The spot on your dick is simply a freckle,” Rebecca said. She tried to speak as calmly as possible but her voice still cracked by the end of the sentence.
“You sure?” Ted murmured.
The air between them felt so thick, so tangible, it seemed like she could lift a hand and physically brush it with her fingers. Rebecca clenched her hand into a fist to stop it from moving, from testing that theory.
“Yes,” she replied, “But if it bothers you, you’d better go to a doctor, not to Beard. No matter how smart he is.”
Ted only nodded in response, like one of those little nodding dogs people used to keep on their car dashboards years ago. Rebecca just hoped she hadn’t broken him, she needed him in full possession of his mind. Always. But especially now. Because if not, her carefully constructed plan to simply go with the flow, at any moment, could’ve crash straight into the rapids.
“So yes, Ted, your cock is absolutely perfect. But if you maybe want me to inspect it more closely, my door is always open,” Rebecca said, then placed her hand on Ted’s thigh, as if trying to help herself get up from the sofa, but before pushing up, she leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek, her lips almost brushing the corner of his mouth. So close she could feel the soft prickle of his mustache against her skin. Her hand slid slowly down to his knee, then back up to his thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze before she finally stood up, doing her best not to look at the utterly gobsmacked Ted.
She grabbed her bag from the coffee table, dropped her phone inside and headed toward the door out of her office, the only sound in the ringing silence being the sharp click of her heels. Ted remained seated and unmoving on the sofa. For a moment, Rebecca began to worry she indeed might’ve broken him or perhaps overdone it with her teasing and suggestions, with her hints and her touches.
But when Rebecca was already halfway stepping on the staircase, she heard his loud gasp behind her, followed by hurried stomping of his feet.
“Boss! Rebecca! Wait. Can I… can I show you something? There's this spot on my southern region. Help me out?” Ted called after her, his voice breathless, like he’d just played a full ninety-minute match with an extra time and no halftime break.
Rebecca turned to him and smirked, taking in his flushed face and the raw desperation in his eyes.
“I thought you’d never ask.”