Mrs Hansen || A Lloyd Hansen Story

"Dealing With Her Is Harder Than Covert Ops"

"I have Thalia stationed outside," Alan said, scratching the back of his head. "But I'd feel more comfortable if we switched places." It was unusual for Alan to speak so candidly in front of Lloyd, but ever since he had formed a close bond with Rebecca, he couldn't help it.

Lloyd took a sip of his scotch and tilted his head. "I can't have Thalia with me. She's sloppy and only good for tech. I need you, but if you want to be demoted, we can discuss that later."

Alan scoffed. "That's not what I'm saying-"

"I know exactly what you're saying, Alan, and my answer is no, thank you." Lloyd poured himself another glass. "When is this jet taking off?"

The pilot emerged from the cockpit, looking a bit sheepish. "Mr. Hansen, we have to make a stopover in London. It will only be for five hours..." His voice trembled a little, clearly afraid of Lloyd.

Lloyd waved him off. "Whatever. I'll do some shopping while I'm there." He looked at Alan. "I'll get Rebecca a present while I'm at it."

Shaking his head, Alan passed Lloyd a bowl of grapes. "You can't buy her forgiveness, boss."

Lloyd pressed his lips together in a thin line. "No, but I'll never stop trying," he stated matter-of-factly.

***

Rebecca's wedding dress was a flawless fit, requiring no alterations whatsoever. It hugged her curves like a second skin. However, her mind was swollen with thoughts about seating charts and dinner menus. She needed something to quiet the chaos.

McKenna had suggested running, but Rebecca felt like a fool. McKenna's running style was identical to that of Phoebe from Friends, which only added to her embarrassment. Hazel had taken her to a yoga class, but Rebecca couldn't stifle her giggles long enough to focus, earning several scornful glances from Hazel. She even tried REIKI on her own, but when she mentioned it to Lloyd, he couldn't help but laugh.

Lloyd, suggested they hit the gym together. Rebecca reluctantly agreed. Lloyds body was insane, Rebecca always silently felt a little chubby next to him. But she agreed and before she knew it they were walking through the doors.

He gave her a sweet peck on the cheek before heading straight for the punching bags. Rebecca aimlessly wandered around, searching for something to do. She didn't want to interrupt Lloyd's workout, as he was in the zone. Lloyd was a gym professional, she was a fraud.

Despite her insecurities, Rebecca's outfit was cute. She quickly glanced over her curvy frame in the mirror, admiring how her tanned skin was complimented by the lilac yoga tights and matching sports bra. The leggings were so high that only an inch of her skin was exposed, which held her confidence a little. Maybe the gym was a good idea after all. Perhaps if she stuck it out, her mind and that pudgy bit of her stomach would be controlled. If only she knew where to start.

With her ponytail tightened, Rebecca headed over to the treadmill. It was more like a spaceship, with more options and controls than Lloyd's coffee machine.

"Jesus Christ," she hissed, trying to make sense of the machine.

As Rebecca stood in front of the treadmill, a hand suddenly reached over her shoulder and began pressing buttons. "Start, set pace, incline..." the mysterious stranger muttered. Startled, Rebecca turned to face the owner of the hand. He was tall with shaggy brown hair and a full beard, and beads of sweat glistened over his forehead. "Those arrows are to increase or decrease your speed," he explained, "everything else is just there to confuse you." Despite his gruff appearance, the man smiled kindly.

"Thanks," Rebecca replied nervously, feeling a bit intimidated by the stranger's imposing presence. As she stepped onto the treadmill, she couldn't help but let out a little yelp when the machine jolted into life.