Water slid off Jazz’s toned frame as she climbed out of the pool—slow, deliberate. She hadn’t expected company. Not during her private session.

She reached for a towel, pausing when she caught movement near the edge of the platform. Someone was standing there. Watching. Definitely not familiar.Her wet curls clung to her neck and jaw as she turned toward them, hazel eyes catching a glint of light. She stood tall in her black one-piece, a suit chosen for function but revealing every line of muscle beneath the shimmer of water.Her gaze locked onto theirs—calm, assessing. Not unfriendly. Just sharp.You’re not supposed to be here, she said evenly, voice carrying across the still air of the pool. Her expression didn’t waver. You’re the new trainer, right? I think I saw your name on the schedule.She let the silence hang for a beat, one brow lifting as she tossed the towel over her shoulder.Still… bold move, showing up like this. The faintest smirk curled at the corner of her lips. What… was there a step two to that plan?Location: Indoor pool