Chapter 2 Meeting Jax

Lila's POV

The hallway was still packed with guys even though it was getting late. I pushed the heavy trash trolley slowly, trying not to make too much noise. My arms already felt sore from earlier, but I kept going.

This part of the job was supposed to be simple - knock on each door, ask the boys to hand over their trash bags, and move on. Easy for most people, maybe. Not for me.

I stopped in front of the first few rooms and knocked softly. "Trash collection," I called out, keeping my voice polite. Some doors opened right away. Others took forever. Every time a guy stepped out, the teasing started again.

"Wow, the fat cleaner's back already?"

"Look at her pushing that thing. Careful, don't break the wheels!"

A couple of them yelled jokes that made my stomach twist. I told myself it was because I was chubby and didn't look like the usual girls around here. They probably thought I was easy to pick on.

I kept my head down, smiled when I had to, and took the bags without saying much. By the time I reached the middle of the hallway, the trolley was already almost full and getting harder to push.

I decided it was better to empty it first before finishing the rest of the rooms. The big trash bin was outside at the back of the dorm, so I turned the trolley around and headed that way.

The wheels squeaked against the floor as I went. My tight uniform kept riding up my thighs with every step, and the cool night air made the wet spots from earlier feel even colder against my skin.

When I finally reached the back area, it was quieter. Just one big metal bin under a dim light. I took a deep breath and tried to lift the first heavy trash bag out of the trolley. My arms shook. No matter how hard I pulled, the bag wouldn't budge high enough. My belly pressed against the trolley, and my thick thighs felt weak under the weight. I was strong in my own way, but this was too much for one person.

Suddenly, a deep voice came from behind me.

"Need a hand?"

Before I could answer, a tall guy stepped up beside me. He had messy dark hair, strong arms covered in tattoos, and a confident way of moving. Without waiting, he grabbed the heavy bag with one smooth motion and tossed it easily into the bin.

The muscles in his arms flexed under the light, and his voice... oh god, his voice was so low and smooth it sent a shiver straight through me.

I couldn't stop staring. My mouth felt dry even though my body was reacting in a completely different way. Heat rushed between my legs. Just from hearing him speak, I was getting wet. I pressed my thighs together without thinking, hoping he wouldn't notice.

He turned to me and waved a hand gently in front of my face, smiling. "Are you okay? I'm Jax. I don't think I've seen you around here before."

I blinked fast, feeling my cheeks burn. "Oh... yeah. I'm new. I'm Lila. The new cleaner."

I reached out to shake his hand. His palm was warm and big, wrapping around mine completely. The simple touch made my pulse jump. When he smiled wider, I felt another rush of wetness in my panties. This was so embarrassing. Why did my body always react like this?

"That means we'll be seeing each other a lot more often," Jax said, his deep voice making the words sound even better. "If you ever have any trouble with the guys or the work, just come find me. My room's on the second floor. You'll see my name on the door."

He started to walk past me toward the dorm entrance, but then he stopped and turned back. His eyes moved slowly over my tight uniform, taking in the way it hugged my round belly and thick curves.

"You look hot in that uniform," he said casually, like it was the most normal thing in the world. Then he gave me one last smile and disappeared back inside.

I stood there frozen, heart racing. My face felt like it was on fire. I looked down at myself - the short black dress stretched tight across my soft body, still a little damp from earlier, the white apron clinging to my heavy breasts. Hot? Me?

"Oh shit," I whispered to myself, pressing a hand against my thigh. "Why am I so wet?"

The feeling between my legs was impossible to ignore now. My panties were slick, and every small movement made me more aware of it.

Jax's deep voice kept replaying in my head. The way he lifted that bag so easily. The way he looked at me. No one had ever said I looked hot before - especially not in this ridiculous uniform.