The door to Sophia's Queens apartment clicked open just as dawn broke, painting her pale skin in soft gold. Rain-soaked from the night before, her blue eyes burned with a fire I'd never seen—defiant, alive. She stepped inside, that flirty smile curving her lips as she looked at me, and in that moment, I knew she was done hiding. Whatever storm she'd faced at the hotel, it had forged her into something unbreakable. And tonight, we would celebrate her reckoning.…
The clinic door swung open, and there she was—Sophia Reynolds, the track's golden temptress, limping in with that defiant spark in her blue eyes. Her ankle was swollen from our midnight collision, but the pain didn't dim her flirtatious smile. As the team medic, I knew this private session would test every ounce of my professionalism. Little did she know, the real therapy was about to begin. I'd been the team medic for the roller derby crew long enough to…
She rolled back into the derby gym like she owned the track, her long blonde hair swaying with every confident stride. But it was the way her blue eyes caught mine across the crowded floor, that flirty spark igniting something dangerous. Practice was just the warmup; what came after, in the dim recovery room, would lap us both into oblivion. The whistle blew sharp through the gym, echoing off the high ceilings and scarred wooden floors. I leaned against the…
The boardroom lights were dimmed, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany table, but nothing could dim the spark in Sophia Reynolds' blue eyes as she stepped closer, her fingers lingering on my tie. 'Let me make you look powerful, Ethan,' she murmured, that flirty smile promising more than just a perfect fit. Guilt flickered in her gaze—something about reclaiming a choker from an old flame—but she pushed it aside, her slender body swaying with confident intent. I knew this…
The warehouse door creaked open, and there she was—Sophia Reynolds, sneaking into our rival turf like a ghost in skates. Her long blonde hair caught the dim lights, blue eyes locking on mine with that playful spark. I knew she was trouble, the kind that made your pulse race faster than any derby jam. But when our paths crossed on the rink, the friction between us promised something far more reckless than rivalry. I'd spotted her the moment she slipped…
