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The Wild Things Ch. 01

Author's Note: My previous series "The Motivated Employee" got away from motivating an employee. It transformed into a slow-burn romance. I felt I needed a new series title to continue. And also introduce a character POV that hasn't been heard yet: Kayla. "The Wild Things" is a continuation of that. Thankyou for all comments. I read and appreciate all of them.

Kayla's phone buzzed in the gear shed. Her earlier worries about no reception turned out to be false. It was Dani - again. Another photo of a lizard. This one had googly eyes taped to its back.

Earlier that morning, Dani had sent a different photo: herself, barefaced with messy blonde hair, holding up a lizard like it was a ticking time bomb. The caption read:

"Had to grow a pair without you. Thinking of letting him stay in the vacant room."

They'd spent the next hour before work texting increasingly chaotic prank ideas back and forth. Hiding the lizard in someone's boot. Naming him after the landlord. That was how things were with Dani - she was always looking for something to make Kayla laugh.The Wild Things Ch. 01 фото

Except now... things weren't quite the same.

A week and a half ago, Dani had told her she was in love with her. It had happened one afternoon, on a camping trip, both of them in a waterfall, away from the others. And Kayla hadn't seen it coming - something she felt somewhat ashamed of still. But as soon as Dani said it, everything clicked into place.

The long looks at each other without knowing what to say. Her sudden awareness when they so much as brushed shoulders. The way she had felt possessive when Dani was seeing Celina, and hadn't known why.

The next few days had passed in a blur. The first time they had sex, it just happened. Lying in the tent, they listened to the rain -but not really. Kayla was too busy trying to figure out how to ask Dani if they could... you know. The words stuck in her throat. So instead, she let her hands roam, and felt Dani's roaming back. She'd never done any of it before - had barely even imagined it - but with Dani, it felt like her body already knew what to do. She followed Dani's lead, her touch shaky at first but eager, learning quickly what she liked.

The 9-hour flight to Puerto Rico had in some ways been a mercy - an opportunity to stop and think. She wasn't sure if she was angry at Dani for saying something with so little time left, or grateful she'd said anything at all. In between packing and exploring this newly found part of herself, Kayla had spent a significant amount of time crying. It was all too much.

But Kayla knew, beneath the overwhelm, she was mostly grateful. Because it had been the best week of her life. But she and Dani had been left on a cliffhanger. And Dani wasnt just anyone - they had been best friends since high school.

She had told Dani she should try and see other people while away, which had felt heartbreaking. Like the sun had set before it even risen. Dani had told her to as well - more out of politeness. There was no way - she did not attract or become attracted to people easily. She remembered Dani's face when she said that - eyebrows raised - like, really? That's the story you're going with? But, Kayla thought, that's what you say to people when you love them and want them to feel good about themselves. Right?

Now, she was in a new place, surrounded by unfamiliar faces, an unfamiliar culture, with a whirlpool of feelings and thoughts she couldn't quiet or escape.

She was halfway through sorting belay devices when someone behind her said, "You're the new outdoors girl."

Kayla looked up. A woman stood in front of her, slightly shorter but with a presence that made her seem taller. She wore the standard campsite dark grey polo tucked neatly into well-worn cargo pants, a clipboard balanced in one hand, a takeaway coffee in the other. Her warm, golden-brown skin caught the morning light, and her thick, dark hair was pulled into a high plait, sunglasses resting just in front. Her eyebrows were striking and serious, giving her an unreadable expression that made Kayla's stomach clench. For a second, she thought she was in trouble. And then - between the commanding presence, the sharp gaze, and the Spanish accent Kayla recognized from their phone interview - she realized. This was the camp manager, Carmen.

"Kayla," she said, standing. "Yeah."

The woman gave a short nod. "You lock your bins?"

Kayla blinked. "Not yet."

"You should. If kids get in here, they will steal that shit. Last month, some punks from broke into a trailer and jacked all the harnesses. They hooked each other up to electric fences and zapped themselves for fun - like it was a damn game."

Kayla let out a startled laugh. "Wow. Okay."

Carmen didn't smile, but threatened to - maybe a twitch at the corner of her mouth, gone before Kayla could decide if it was real.

Kayla felt suddenly aware of how messy her hair was. How sweaty she probably looked. There was something about this woman - she gave the vibe that she didn't care if people liked her, only that they respected her.

"I'll get on that," Kayla said quickly, gesturing toward the tubs at her feet.

"Good." Carmen turned to go, then paused. Looked over her shoulder. "Where you from again?"

Kayla had started sorting thr equipment again. "Uh... I lived in Bridgemont for 13 years." She was used to speaking in past tense - as the child of missionaries who had moved around a lot until high school - but right now, maybe there was a different reason it felt true.

"You lived there?" Carmen's eyebrows lifted.

"Yeah... you know the place?"

"No. Where do you live now?"

Kayla looked up. Was this lady for real? "The instructor's cabin."

A low sound from Carmen, something like amusement - or maybe judgment. Hard to tell.

"You seem tired," she said then, tone softening just a notch. "Lucky for you, you're the only female instructor."

Kayla brushed dirt from her hands. "Didn't think I looked that rough already."

This time, Carmen definitely did smile, before she sipped her coffee. "Those guys? They snore like it's a contest. You'll sleep like a baby."

And just like that, she walked out of the shed.

Kayla stared after her for a beat, then looked down at the tubs again.

"Right," she muttered, making a list foe the hardware store. "Lock the damn tubs."

That night, as they finished dinner, the outdoor instructors sat around a table in their cabin, talking, joking. The ceiling fan only barely stirred the warm air, but no one seemed to mind - but they were all the type not to mind.

Brendan, a sandy-haired, 23-year-old, told a story about a disc golf tournament that had been disrupted by a swooping bird. "I still made par!" he said.

"Man versus beast. Put it on your resume." Kayla joked.

Vinnie - tall, sun-tanned, and perpetually barefoot - was going to take the rubbish out to the bin. "Anyone seen my thongs?" he said, lifting the couch, peering underneath.

"Underneath your shorts, Vinnie." Brendan smirked. "You've gotta start saying flip-flops."

"Especially around the kids." Kayla added. "Otherwise they'll deport you back to... Sydney?"

He took mock offense. "Don't lump me in with them! I'm from Byron Bay."

Brendan snorted. "Same difference."

The two of them hauled the bins out the door, their banter trailing off as they disappeared down the path. Through the screen door, Kayla could hear the thump of wheels over grave, then Brendan's laugh cutting through the quiet.

Danny leaned across the table with the easy confidence of someone who'd grown up here. Kayla had told him he looked like a Jonas Brother. He'd taken it as a compliment - maybe too much of one. "So... you've got the same name as my best friend. That's going to throw me off."

"Oh yeah?" Danny leaned back. "Well, tell her it's a compliment for her to have such a cool name."

She showed him the lizard picture from the morning. "My girlfriend researches lizards! If you send me the pic, she can identify the species." Kayla did, and as they waited for Danny's girlfriend's response, he asked, "Is your Dani cooler than me?"

My Dani, she reflected. "Too early to tell," she winked. "But. Probably not." And she retold the tale of how Dani fainted from eating a toasted sandwich that was too hot, much to Danny's amusement.

"Have you met my sister yet?"

"Carmen?" Kayla asked. That was the only other woman on site that Kayla knew of so far.

"Yeah... Carmen's my sister. She also runs the camp. I saw her walking towards the shed this morning while you were in there."

"Oh, yeah." Kayla thought back that - she seems like she could be intimidating. But smiles didn't mean you were a kind person. The two ladies in the grocery store made that clear - smiled, waved, then texted her mom that she had an abomination for a daughter.

Danny softened. "A word of advice: she might seem like she eats steel for breakfast. But once she knows you can do your job, she'll warm up."

Kayla hadn't been sure what to make of Carmen yet, but Danny's comment made her wonder what others had assumed.

"She's got a kid, right?" she asked, thinking of the small blur of energy she'd seen darting past the mess hall earlier.

"Yeah - my nephew Luis. Hurricane Luis." Danny grinned. "His dad Carlos passed away three years ago. It's been just the two of them since."

"I'm so sorry to hear that." Kayla offered.

Danny's phone buzzed. He glanced at it, then laughed. "It's a Mediterranean house gecko."

He held it up like the punchline of a joke.

"Of course it is," he said, grinning.

"You could've told me it was endangered or venomous or sacred or something. I would've believed you."

Danny shrugged, still laughing. "Guess I missed my chance to gain the upperhand."

Kayla smiled back. "Eh, Carmen's your sister. You'll always have the upper hand."

Later that week, after a big group had cleared out, Kayla and the other instructors were hosing down a fleet of kayaks while the others scrubbed. Her long, wavy brown hair was braided down her back, damp at the ends from spray. The sun caught on her slightly tanned skin, bringing out the flush across her cheeks and shoulders. Luis had joined them, darting between boats. The light was changing - golden streaks slipping through the trees and glinting off the water just across the lawn. Vinnie had rolled his sleeves up, already soaked through.

"You ever do anything like this before?" he asked, flicking water at her foot.

"Work camps? Yeah." Weird question, Kayla thought. Why else would she get referred here?

"Nah. Kayaking."

"Oh, yeah. I've got my own kayak. Didn't bring it with me though."

"Bet your boyfriend's glad you're not afraid of getting your hands dirty."

Kayla picked up a sponge and began on the next kayak. "I don't have a boyfriend. I don't bat for that team." A few seconds later Kayla realised she'd never so casually said that.

There was a pause. Then Vinnie laughed, good-naturedly. "Cool, cool." After a minute, he tossed the sponge into a bucket, and said he'd go grab the truck to start loading.

As he walked off, Kayla noticed Danny and Brendan, both still scrubbing but trying and failing not to smile.

She narrowed her eyes. "Okay. What?"

Danny grinned. "Nothing. Just - Vinnie was hitting on you."

Kayla blinked. "What? No he wasn't."

Brendan snorted. "The boyfriend line? Come on."

"I thought it was normal small-talk," she said, though her voice trailed off because. In hindsight, the question had come out of nowhere.

Luis, who had been nearby launching twigs into the water like torpedoes, looked up. "What's hitting on?"

There was a silence. Kayla raised her eyebrows at Danny like, your move.

When he failed to think quick enough, Kayla leaned down, serious-faced. "It's when someone thinks you're really good at cleaning kayaks."

After a day of teaching kids to kayak and dodging sunburn, the instructors' shared shower block was its own kind of haven - peeling paint, spider in the corner, low pressure and all.

Kayla leaned into the spray, letting it run down her back, and thought - was Vinnie really hitting on me?

People asked if she had a boyfriend all the time. Usually she brushed it off. But now she wondered - had they all meant something more?

The old ladies at church? Probably not. That was more of a pre-cursor to asking "have you met my grandson".

But there was a camp for a school back in Bridgemont - the teacher who complimented how well she handled a quad bike when she took his class out and then hovered for most of dinner - maybe. Ryan, her best mate from school, who kept finding reasons to hang out one-on-one in their final year. Dani had suggested he had intentions years ago, but at time Kayla had dismissed it.

And then the women. She braced her hands against the tiled wall and let the water pool at her feet.

She remembered playing pool with a woman in Canada once - years ago now, travelling with Dani and Clem. The bar had been quiet, small-town, with license plates nailed to the walls and the sharp smell of old beer soaked into the floorboards.

The woman had been local--mid-twenties, quick with with a cue and jokes. Kayla hadn't thought much of it at the time. Just another stranger on the road.

But somewhere between missed shots and jokes about her pool technique, the woman had asked, "So, you got a boyfriend?"

Kayla had faltered, blinking like the question had come from nowhere. She couldn't remember what she'd said - something vague.

Clem had shot her a look across the table, all teeth and mischief, and Dani... Dani had just leaned back against the wall, beer in hand, one brow raised, like she was watching something slowly click into place.

Kayla hadn't thought about that night in a long time. She made a mental note to talk to Dani about it next time they spoke.

Her own words repeated in her head. "I don't bat for that team." They'd come out quick. Clean. No overthinking. Even though she was overthinking about them now.

Maybe it wasn't a big deal. Maybe it was. Either way, something about saying it out loud - something about not flinching when she did - felt good.

She turned the tap off. For a second, she thought the water was still running, until she realised it was coming from the next stall over. Another shower was on.

She couldn't think of any other female staff on site besides Carmen. Surely Carmen had her own shower in the house across from the instructors' cabin. Or maybe not. Either way, it didn't really matter - there wasn't exactly a line forming.

She towelled off quickly, the edges of her awareness sobering. Pulled on her shorts, a loose singlet. Stepped out of the cubicle. Moisturised her face, brushed her damp hair.

The other shower shut off.

A moment later, Carmen stepped out, towel in hand, water still dripping from her collarbone. She didn't flinch or hurry - just dried herself with unbothered confidence.

Kayla looked away politely. But as Carmen bent to towel off her legs, Kayla's eyes flicked down before she could stop them - just a glance. The curve of her backside, the shadowed line of her spine, the soft, natural texture of hair most women would've waxed or hidden. It wasn't just beautiful - it was familiar. Reminded Kayla of herself.

Kayla blinked hard, dropped her gaze to her own reflection. Her throat felt dry in a way the water hadn't caused.

Carmen caught her eye in the mirror. "Don't worry," she said, voice low and dry, "I don't bite. Not unless I skip my coffee."

She draped the towel around her neck like it belonged there, not bothering to cover much else, and reached for her toothbrush.

Kayla tried to smother the heat creeping up her neck. "Noted," she said, focusing very hard on the motion of screwing the lid back on her moisturiser. "Make sure Carmen drinks coffee."

Carmen smirked slightly. "You're smarter than half the crew already."

Kayla reached for her toothbrush, still half-distracted, and dabbed a line of moisturiser onto the bristles before she realized what she was doing.

"Shit," she muttered under her breath, rinsing it quickly and fishing around for her actual toothpaste with slightly trembling fingers.

Carmen didn't seem to notice - was busy pulling on a tank top, her towel now wrapped around her waist. She stepped up to the other sink, running a comb through her damp hair.

"You settling in okay?" she asked, casually. Her voice was low, calm, like she was at the laundry line and not naked in a steamy bathroom.

"Yeah," Kayla said quickly, trying to sound normal as she finally found the toothpaste and squeezed it onto the brush--correctly this time. "Getting the hang of things."

Carmen hummed. "Good crew this season. You're all holding your own better than most."

It wasn't exactly a compliment, but something about the way she said it made Kayla glance sideways. Carmen met her eyes briefly in the mirror. No smile, just that quiet kind of approval that didn't need dressing up.

Kayla ducked her head over the sink, toothbrush in her mouth, heart still racing like she'd done something wrong. She hadn't. But still.

As Kayla spat out her toothpaste and rinsed the sink, Carmen pulled on a pair of loose cargo shorts and slung her towel over her shoulder. They stepped out of the steamy bathroom together, into the cool evening air.

"Sorry if I was indecent in there," Carmen said, not looking embarrassed. "I'm used to being the only woman on-site. I don't always think twice."

Kayla, still slightly flushed and unsure whether it was from the weather or everything that had come after the shower shook her head. "It's totally fine."

"Good," Carmen said, casting a sideways glance her way. "That's how I was raised. Nothing about our bodies we should hide."

Kayla's pulse ticked up again. It hadn't been a casual comment. It was a test--or a warning - or something else entirely.

Carmen bid her farewell where the path separated. When Kayla stepped back into the instructors' cabin, the door gave its usual soft creak. Laughter drifted from the common area - Brendan and Danny were still up, voices low and playful. She paused in the kitchenette to grab her water bottle when Danny called out from the lounge.

"Hey, was your shower water, like... really hot?"

She turned, confused. "What?"

"You're kinda pink," he said, leaning around the door frame with a smirk.

"Like boiled crab pink." said Brendan.

Kayla rolled her eyes and waved them off. "It's just steam, geniuses."

She gave them the finger, half-laughing, and ducked into her room, closing the door behind her.

As she lay in bed, she texted Dani. "The pool lady in Canada. Was she hitting on me?"

The response came nearly immediately: "YES!!!"

Kayla laughed silently into the dark, her screen casting soft light across her face. Then, before she could overthink it, she typed: "Saw my boss naked today btw."

Dani replied: "More details please."

Kayla explained what happened and added: "She said she always comes out of the shower like this."

"Ma'am, this is a Wendy's."

Kayla grinned, then typed:

"How are you, anyway?"

Dani replied after a pause:

"Caught in drama with Celina and Jo."

"You okay?"

"Sort of. It's messy."

"You can talk to me."

"I know. Not tonight, but thanks."

Kayla smiled.

"Sleep well, Dani."

"You too. Don't get fired for perving on your boss. Or stepping on a lizard."

Kayla laughed again, softer this time.

"RIP tiny guy."

"Gone but never forgotten," Dani replied.

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