Lila's POV

I decided to start my shift earlier than usual that evening. The idea was simple - finish everything faster so I could get home at a decent hour instead of staying until the middle of the night.

But rush hour in the dorm turned out to be exactly what I didn't want. The hallways were crowded with guys coming back from classes, practice, or just hanging out. Noise bounced off the walls - loud laughter, slamming doors, music from different rooms. It felt overwhelming.

The usual comments followed me as I pushed my cleaning cart. A few catcalls, some teasing whistles, and jokes I tried hard to ignore. It was still new to me, this constant attention on my body in the tight uniform.

I kept my head down and focused on the work. I had already mopped two full floors by myself and taken out all the trash bags without any help. Jax wasn't around tonight, so I had lifted the heavy bags into the bin on my own. My arms ached, but I felt a small sense of pride that I had managed it.

Still, there was plenty left to do. The gym needed cleaning, the lounge had to be tidied, and the restrooms were waiting. I saved the bathrooms for last, hoping fewer people would be around by then.

By 9 p.m. the hallway outside the men's restroom was almost empty. I waited until the last guy walked out, then quickly placed the yellow "Cleaning in Progress" sign on the door. I stepped inside and closed it behind me.

The air felt warm and humid, like someone had just finished a long shower. Steam still lingered near the ceiling. Rows of shower stalls lined one wall, and the smell of soap and clean skin hung in the air.

I started working, wiping down sinks and mopping the tiled floor. But my mind kept drifting. I couldn't help imagining what this place looked like when it was full - guys showering, water running down their bodies, laughter echoing off the walls. The thought was sudden and vivid.

Heat rushed between my legs. I pressed my thighs together, feeling myself get wet again. It was silly and embarrassing, but the fantasy wouldn't leave my head. I tried to focus on scrubbing, but the warm, private atmosphere made everything feel more charged than it should.

After almost an hour, I finally finished. My back hurt, sweat covered my skin, and my uniform clung uncomfortably to my soft curves. My stomach growled loudly, reminding me I had skipped a proper dinner. I grabbed the simple sandwich and bottle of water I had packed earlier and headed outside for some fresh air.

There was a quiet park bench just behind the dorm building. I sat down, unwrapped the sandwich, and took a small bite. The night air felt cool against my sweaty skin. For a moment, everything was peaceful. Just me, the sandwich, and the distant sound of traffic.

Then a calm, smooth voice broke the silence.

"I'm sure that wasn't enough for dinner. Here, I have something for you."

I looked up, startled. Miles stood a few steps away, holding a takeout box. He had an athletic build - broad shoulders, lean muscles from swimming, and striking blue eyes that seemed to see right through me. His short light brown hair was slightly messy, and he carried himself with quiet confidence. I froze, sandwich halfway to my mouth.

He walked closer and gently placed the pasta box on my lap. Then he sat down right next to me on the bench. "Hey, why are you looking at me like that? This is for you. I'm Miles."

I blinked, feeling my cheeks warm. "Oh... yeah. I'm sorry. I'm Lila. Thanks for the food, but this sandwich is enough for me."

Miles smiled softly. "Yes, I know your name. You look really tired. Are you working late again tonight?"

I kept my head down, staring at the box in my lap so I wouldn't have to meet those intense blue eyes. "No, I'll head home right after I finish eating. Why do you want to talk to me? I think I..."

"What do you mean?" he asked gently. "Why can't I talk to a cute girl like you? Come here, I'll massage your shoulders."

Before I could say no, he turned me slightly so my back faced him. His hands settled on my shoulders, thumbs pressing into the tight muscles with surprising skill. I went completely still, clutching the sandwich and pasta box tightly. No one had ever touched me like this - so casually caring. My heart raced.

"Look, your muscles are so stiff," Miles said, his voice low and close to my ear. "I'm going to relax you so you can sleep better tonight."

The warmth of his breath sent another wave of heat through me. I felt myself getting wet again, fast and strong. The simple pressure of his fingers, combined with how near he was, made my body react before I could stop it. My thighs squeezed together on the bench.

"Miles, you don't have to do this," I whispered, nervous. "You can stop. I don't want anyone to see us like this. You'll get teased later."

"I don't care," he replied calmly, continuing the slow, firm massage. "I just want to help you. And can I ask you a question?"

I could only nod, too frozen to speak properly.

"What perfume are you wearing?" he asked softly.

"Perfume?" I repeated, surprised. Then I panicked. I had been sweating for hours. I probably smelled awful. I turned my head quickly to face him. "Excuse me, do I smell?"

Miles smiled, a gentle curve of his lips. He leaned his face closer to mine, eyes warm. "No. I like your scent. And the sweat on your face makes you look sexier."

My breath caught. Those words, spoken so quietly and sincerely, hit me hard. Fresh slickness coated my panties. I felt exposed, shy, and strangely thrilled all at once.

"Quickly finish your dinner and get some rest," he added, giving my shoulders one last gentle squeeze. "Good night, Lila."

Then he stood up and walked away, leaving me sitting there on the bench with the pasta box still warm on my lap.

Lila's POV

I walked into the campus administration office right after my morning lecture, heart beating a little faster than usual. The end of the month was coming fast, and the tuition fees had to be paid soon. I stood in front of the counter and explained my situation as calmly as I could.

"I work as a cleaner in the men's dormitory," I said. "Can you deduct the fees directly from my salary? I'll make sure everything is covered."

The lady behind the desk looked at me with kind but worried eyes. She felt bad - I could see it in her face - but there wasn't much she could do. My scholarship had been rejected for reasons no one could explain clearly, and that made everything worse. I had no other options. No family money to fall back on, no extra jobs that paid enough. This cleaning position was all I had. After a long conversation and lots of paperwork, she agreed to set up the deduction, but warned me it might take time to process. I left the office feeling a mix of relief and stress. At least the fees wouldn't pile up immediately, but I still had to keep working hard every night.

From there, I headed straight to the dormitory. The sun was starting to set, and I wanted to get changed and start my shift early again. Before I could even step inside the main entrance, the dorm administrator stopped me in the hallway. He was a middle-aged man with a stern expression and a clipboard in his hand.

"Someone complained that your work isn't being done properly," he said flatly. "There have been a few notes about unclean areas."

I blinked, surprised. "But I followed every instruction. I mopped the floors, took out the trash, and cleaned the common spaces like you told me."

He waved his hand, not really listening. "I don't want any more complaints. Just get to work and make sure everything is spotless tonight."

I nodded quietly and walked past him toward the staff changing room. It stung a little, but I tried not to let it bother me too much. This job was temporary. I just needed to push through.

Changing into the tight black uniform felt routine by now. The short dress hugged my round belly and thick thighs, the white apron sitting snug over my heavy breasts. I had gotten used to the way it clung to every soft curve, even if I still wished it fit better. I grabbed my cleaning cart and headed up to the second floor.

The flirting and teasing from the guys had become part of the background noise. I didn't want to listen anymore. Deep down, I wished I wasn't so chubby - maybe then the comments would stop. But wishing didn't change anything, so I focused on the tasks instead. I had started finding little tricks to make the work easier, like organizing the trash bags by floor and keeping extra supplies on the cart so I didn't have to run back and forth as much.

I was mopping the second-floor hallway when a guy suddenly stepped out of his room. He held out his tumbler with a grin. "Hey sexy girl, can you get me some water?"

I didn't answer. I just took the tumbler from his hand and walked toward the pantry area to fill it. It was easier to stay silent than argue. As I passed the open lounge door, I tried to keep my eyes forward. But then a loud noise came from inside - the sound of excited shouting mixed with game sound effects.

Curiosity got the better of me. I slowed down, glanced inside, and stopped completely.

A guy was sitting at a desk in front of a big computer screen, completely focused on his game. At first, nothing seemed unusual. He wore headphones and his fingers moved quickly on the keyboard. Then, without warning, he reached down, grabbed the bottom of his shirt, and pulled it off in one smooth motion.

My eyes widened. He was incredibly sexy. Toned chest, smooth skin, and a lean but strong build that came from hours of casual activity rather than heavy gym work. Messy light brown hair fell across his forehead, and a small piercing glinted in his ear. He tossed the shirt aside without caring who might see and kept playing, completely relaxed.

I swallowed hard, unable to look away right away. My body reacted instantly. Heat rushed between my legs, and I felt myself getting wet - fast and strong, the way I always did when something turned me on. The sight of his bare upper body, the way his muscles shifted slightly as he leaned forward, the casual confidence in how he sat there half-naked... it was too much. My thighs pressed together under the short uniform, and a fresh wave of slickness made my panties damp.

I knew I shouldn't stand there staring. This was exactly the kind of thing that got me in trouble with my own thoughts. My mind started wandering on its own - imagining what it would feel like if he noticed me watching, if he invited me closer, if more than one guy was in the room doing the same thing. The fantasy flashed through my head quickly, making me even wetter. I bit my lip, trying to push the images away.

The guy - I guessed his name might be Theo from the way he played so intensely - didn't seem to notice me at first. He was too caught up in the game, laughing at something on the screen and muttering to himself. But the longer I stood there, the more aware I became of how exposed I felt in my tight uniform. The fabric was already sticking to my sweaty skin from all the mopping, and now my body was reacting in ways that made me feel shy and excited at the same time.

I forced myself to move. I finished filling the tumbler with water and turned to head back down the hallway. My legs felt a little unsteady, and every step reminded me of the warmth between my thighs. I delivered the water to the guy who had asked for it, then went back to mopping, trying to focus on the wet tiles instead of the image burned into my mind.

But I couldn't stop thinking about it. The way he had casually taken off his shirt, the smooth lines of his chest, the easy way he sat there like being half-naked was no big deal. It was such a simple thing, but for someone like me - who got aroused so easily - it felt dangerous. My dirty little secret fantasy flickered again in the back of my mind: being surrounded by guys who looked like that, all of them paying attention to me, touching my soft body, making me feel wanted despite my curves.

I shook my head and pushed the cart further down the hall. This job was supposed to be about earning money for tuition, not about getting distracted by attractive guys who lived here. Yet in just a few days I had already met Jax with his deep voice, Miles with his gentle hands, and now this shirtless gamer whose confidence made my knees weak.