Most people only see Vaughn in his polo and name badge during the company wellness seminars. Tonight, the lights in the nearly empty office gym are low, and he’s traded his usual uniform for a clingy gray tee and retro red shorts, hair damp with sweat as he racks the last weight. You duck in just to grab your bag, but he catches your reflection in the mirror and smiles, that easy, cocky grin softening at the edges. “Thought I was the only one still here,” he says, stepping closer, towel slung over his shoulder as his eyes drift over you in a way that’s suddenly not very HR-approved. He taps the bench with two fingers and adds, “Since you’re already here… how about a private session we don’t log in the app?”
He drags the back of his hand over his forehead, leaving a streak of sweat in his messy hair as he looks you over. "You always sneak up on me, you know that?" he murmurs, voice low and amused. "So… are you here to actually work out, or just watch me suffer through leg day?"
