Chapter 3: Jax Again

Lila's POV

I stepped into the men’s dormitory right after my last class ended. My backpack felt heavy on my shoulder as I headed straight to the small staff room to change. The tight black uniform waited for me on the hook, looking even shorter than I remembered.

I sighed, slipped it on, and smoothed the white apron over my round belly. The fabric stretched snug across my heavy breasts and wide hips, but I told myself it didn’t matter. Tonight I just needed to get through my shift without any drama.

Thankfully, the hallway felt different this time. Much quieter. Only a handful of guys wandered around, and most of them barely glanced my way. No loud whistles or nasty comments. I wasn’t sure why the energy had changed, but I wasn’t complaining. Maybe word had spread that the new cleaner wasn’t worth the trouble.

Or maybe they were all busy with something else. Either way, I took the calm as a small gift and started my tasks.

One of my jobs tonight was restocking the gym with fresh towels. I grabbed a tall stack of clean ones from the supply closet and carried them carefully down the corridor. The gym door was propped open, and I could hear the low hum of machines and occasional clinks of weights inside.

A few guys were working out, but they stayed focused on their routines. I liked that. No teasing meant I could just do my work and move on.

I walked over to the tall metal rack where the towels belonged. The top shelf was way above my head. I rose up on my tiptoes and stretched as far as I could, but my fingers only brushed the edge.

My uniform rode up in the back, the short hem sliding higher on my thick thighs. I heard a couple of low whistles from across the room. My cheeks heated up instantly. I didn’t want to ask any of them for help — I already knew the kind of jokes that would come with it.

“Come on,” I muttered to myself, trying again. I pushed up higher, belly pressing forward, breasts straining against the tight top. Another whistle cut through the air, followed by a quiet laugh. My face burned hotter. I felt exposed and clumsy all at once. Why did everything have to feel so difficult in this uniform?

Suddenly, a familiar deep voice sounded right behind me.

“Give them to me.”

Before I could turn, warm hands gently took the stack of towels from my arms. I looked up and there he was — Jax. Tall, tattooed, and moving with that easy confidence I remembered from last night.

He reached up without any effort and placed the towels neatly on the top rack. His sleeveless shirt showed off strong arms and a hint of sweat on his skin from working out.

I lowered my head, embarrassed. “Oh, thank you. You again! You’ve helped me twice now. Thank you so much.”

Jax chuckled softly, the sound rich and low. “No need to thank me. I told you yesterday — if you need help, just come find me.”

He surprised me by reaching out and gently lifting my chin with two fingers, forcing me to meet his eyes. My heart jumped. His touch was light but sure, and suddenly every pair of eyes in the gym seemed to be watching us. My face flushed deep red. I wanted to look away, to hide, but his fingers kept me there.

“Don’t cover your beautiful face,” he said quietly, his voice warm. “You don’t need to listen to them.”

I swallowed hard. Being this close to him made my pulse race. Then he leaned in even closer, his breath brushing my ear as he whispered, “I know they’re thinking the same thing as me. If they get the chance, they’ll want to touch you too.”

His words sent a rush of heat straight between my legs. I felt myself get wet instantly, my thighs pressing together on their own. The simple whisper, the deep tone of his voice, the way his body heat reached me — it was too much. My knees felt weak. I could smell the clean sweat on his skin mixed with something masculine that made my head spin a little.

Jax pulled back just enough to look at me again, a small smile playing on his lips. “See you later, Lila.”

He turned and walked away toward the weights, his back muscles shifting under his shirt. I stood there for a second, staring after him, heart pounding. The sweat glistening on his arms and shoulders made him look incredibly sexy. Strong. Confident. My body reacted even more, a fresh wave of slick warmth making my panties damp. I had to bite my lip to keep from making any sound.

Once he was across the room, I forced myself to move. I finished arranging the lower towels quickly, then slipped out of the gym before anyone could say anything else. My legs felt shaky the whole way back to the cleaning room. I closed the door behind me and leaned against it, taking deep breaths.

“Why does this keep happening?” I whispered to myself. One conversation with Jax and I was already soaked. It was ridiculous how easily my body responded to him. His voice alone did things to me that I couldn’t control. And the way he touched my chin… the way he whispered in my ear… I shook my head, trying to clear the thoughts.

I pulled my phone out of my locker and dialed my mom. She picked up on the second ring.

“Hello, Mom,” I said, keeping my voice light. “I think I’ll be home late tonight. You shouldn’t wait up for me, okay?”

“Have you had dinner yet?” she asked, worry clear in her tone.

“Yes, I’m full. I grabbed something quick before my shift. I’m just taking a short break before I start the next round of cleaning. Don’t worry about me.”

“I love you, Lila.”

“I love you too, Mom.”

I hung up and sat down on the old chair for a minute, staring at the wall. The quiet of the room felt nice after the gym. My mind kept drifting back to Jax. The way he had helped me without making fun of me.

The gentle lift of my chin. That whispered confession that he knew other guys wanted to touch me too. It was bold. Flirty. And it made me feel seen in a way that was both scary and exciting.

I glanced down at my uniform. The tight black fabric still clung to every soft curve — my round belly, my full breasts, my thick thighs. Yesterday I felt awkward in it. But tonight, after Jax’s words, a tiny part of me wondered if maybe he really meant what he said.

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