Hayden POV
Morning sunlight leaks through the blinds, breaking the room into strips of gold and dust. Reeva is sitting up, her hair tousled, legs tucked beneath her, watching me calmly.
“Morning,” I say, my voice thick with sleep.
“Morning,” she smiles. “Come with me to training.”
“Training?” I yawn, sitting up and rubbing my eyes. “Why?”
“I don’t know,” she shrugs. “I just want you to.”
“I sleep with you once, and you’re suddenly full of demands,” I sigh theatrically, rolling my eyes.
“Joke’s on you, buster,” she grins, standing up. “I’m demanding without s*x. So, consider yourself lucky. You could’ve done it for nothing in return.”
“If you put it like that … no,” I grin.
“Oh, come on,” she picks up a pillow and hits me with it. “Please. I must return Brian’s car.”
“You know you
