Actually, it's Coach

"Is that what you're wearing?" Jimmy asked, leaning against the door. Brady's wide shoulders took up most of the frame and I rolled my eyes when he eyed my sweats.
"To bed? Yep."

"No, to the club."

"Not going," I muttered, turning my back to the guys. They followed me in and I dropped into the computer chair at my makeshift desk. I clicked play on the game footage I'd been watching and Jimmy sauntered over to shut the laptop on my fingers. "Oww! Dude, what the hell?"

"It's like Pretty Woman."

"So I'm a hooker?"

They exchanged glances and I felt myself blush. A knock on the door jarred them both out of it and Brady went to answer it.

"Hey, you guys ready to go? Jodi, is that what you're wearing? I thought this was a classy place." Brendan tugged at his tie and grinned.

"Nah, I'm not going."

"What? Why not?"

"Jimmy just called me a hooker."

Jimmy raised his hands in surrender and Brady chuckled behind him. There was another knock at the door and two of the guys turned towards the closet in my room. I rolled my eyes and turned back to my computer. Mika and Hank slipped in and I heard my bed shift.

"Get off of my bed."

They both ignored me and fell back against the pillows, snatching the remote from the side table.

"What are you watching?"

I kept my eyes on the screen and mumbled the answer, jotting a quick note on my legal pad. Mika's hand on my shoulder pulled my focus and I turned to look at him, reaching out to straighten his tie. "You look nice, Meeks."

"Thanks Jo. So do you."

"No she doesn't." Jimmy called, pulling a short black dress off of a hanger. I watched him hold it up to his body and glance towards the mirror before turning to me. "Jodi-"

"Absolutely not!"

"What? Why?"

"That's not... no."

"Jodi," Brady grinned in my direction, "at least try it on."

"Hellllll no!" I stretched the word out and he pouted. Brendan turned towards me and shot me a wide grin, shaking the thin black dress in my direction. "I said no! Now, get out of my room."

All five boys stayed put, watching me intently. I felt like I was on trial as I pulled my knees up to my chest.

"Jodi," Jimmy sighed, "will you please try this on? We've never seen you in a dress."

"Do you even wear dresses? I think I've only seen you in sweats and slacks."

"I absolutely-"

"Why do you even have this?"

"Because I need-"

"You should wear this to the game tomorrow night."

"She won't. She doesn't wear stuff like this."

"Oh my god, will you guys shut up? I'll try it on if you just shut up and leave." My outburst had the room silent and the guys stiffened. "I will try on the dress if... Jimmy tries it on first."

Laughter rang out and he threw his hands up. "Why me?"

Hank held his hand up and the room was silent. "You two do have a similar figure."

Brady and Mika both looked between us before Mika nodded. "He's right."

"You have very slim hips." Hank added, earning Jimmy a few more jibes from his teammates.

The boys broke into separate conversations while Jimmy thought it over and I watched him, his shoulders sag in defeat, before he grabbed the dress. He silently slipped into the bathroom and I crossed my legs, leaning back in my chair to wait for the show. A minute later, the door cracked and Jimmy's voice rang out.

"No pictures please."

Every person in the room swiped their cameras open as he swung open the door and stepped out. His black socks matched perfectly and he looked absolutely ridiculous standing with his hands on his hips. The black dress hugged his body but flared out when he twirled, which he did with his hands out to the side.

"How do I look?"

"Like a fucking babe." Brendan cheered, bouncing in his seat on the bed. "Jo, you're turn."

I rolled my eyes and he came over, pulling me up from my seat and towards the bathroom. I slipped in and tossed Jimmy's suit towards him, holding my hand out for the dress. He looked at me and then around the room before sighing and pulling it over his head.

I snatched it from his hand and shut the door, leaning against the counter for a minute. I could hear the boys talking outside and I turned to look at myself in the mirror. An old hockey tee and a pair of grey sweats were in my reflection, sitting comfortably on my body for a night in. I tugged at the thin cotton of my shirt and groaned.

"Fuck it." I muttered, pulling it over my head and mussing up my ponytail in the process. The dress slid over my head as I shook my hair free, watching it fall over my shoulders as I smoothed the silky cotton over my hips. I shimmied out of my sweats and kicked them away from me. "You guys..." I called out, reaching for the door handle. It turned easily in my hand and I stepped into the room, avoiding everyone's eyes.

"Hot damn!"

A loud round of catcalls rang through the room and I couldn't hold back a laugh. I felt my cheeks turn bright red as I twirled in front of the guys. I met Hank's gaze and he nodded his approval.

"You look beautiful, Jo."

"Yeah coach, you look hot!"

Jimmy clapped his hand on my back and I covered my face with my hands. Another round of hollering commenced and the door joining my room with Chris's swung open.

"What the hell is going on in here? You guys having a party and you didn't invite me?"

He scanned the room with a grin on his face and it widened when his eyes settled on me. I felt my blush deepen and I suddenly felt exposed, nervous in front of my friends. Chris settled against the door frame and crossed his arms over his chest, pulling his lip between his teeth and biting down.

"Jodi, Jodi, Jodi. Where are you going all dressed up?"

"To change." I retorted, turning on my heel towards the bathroom. Jimmy caught my arm and pulled me back into the room. I tried to squeeze out of his grasp and he held firm, wrapping his arm around my waist.

"She's coming out with us." He boasted proudly as I reached out to pinch the back of his hand. He ignored it and I groaned. "You should come, Chris."

I watched him glance around the room and then at me, his eyes meeting mine and hanging on for a long moment. My heart flipped when he smiled, nodding eagerly. The rest of the guys buzzed to life and started making their way towards the door, sweeping me up in a small mob of men.

I turned back to grab a pair of shoes, slipping a pair of flats onto my feet. Hank hung back and I bumped into him when I moved to leave.

"Wear the heels." He offered, nodding towards the pair in my suitcase. "They're sexier."

"What if I'm not going for sexy?" I asked, smirking to meet his smile. He made a point of looking at the door Chris had come through a moment earlier and then back at me, his grin widening. I tried, and failed, to keep a straight face, a weak attempt to expel any ideas he may have, but he saw right through it. "Does everyone know?"

He shook his head, twisting his wedding ring on his finger. "Just me and Vesey. We talked about it on the plane."

"It's just a crush. It's nothing." He held my gaze and I groaned, reaching out to snatch the heels from my suitcase. "Shut up Hank."

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