Dallas... Dallas was standing right before me in a red shirt and khakis. He had a huge grin on his face as I slowly approached him. I can't believe Jaxton forgot to mention to me that Dallas works at his gym too!
"Hey baby doll. You ready to rock and roll?" Dallas said as he leaned on the front counter.
"Wow, is this a joke?" I said as I pretended to look around the room for a camera. Dallas gave me a little mocking laugh at me.
"Whatever." Dallas responded as he made room behind the counter for me. I looked down at everything and it consisted of a couple of computers, a filing cabinet, a printer, a cash register, and some other small things. It wasn't a lot but I'm not sure I know how to use a printer or even a computer for that matter.
Dallas quickly went over what I had to do for brand-new customers and the renewing of gym memberships, as well as how commission at the gym works. He said that is all I really need to know and if there is any problems to just call him. I nodded as Dallas was done talking.
"Okay, so pretend I'm a customer." Dallas said as he got on the other side of the counter.
"Hey, sweet-cheeks would you mind renewing my gym membership? It expired yesterday." Dallas said as he leaned on the counter and slid a practice card towards me. I have gotten used to Dallas's flirty behavior so I tried to not make any facial expressions at him, it's just what he wants.
"Why sure mister!" I said with a huge fake smile on my face, trying my best to simply play along with Dallas' acting and not embarrass myself too bad.
"Calling me mister makes me feel old, I would appreciate sexy bastard better." Dallas grumbled and I gave a little snort in his direction making him narrow his eyes at me. I'm not sure if he's like this around me because I'm staying at Jax's place or if he's like this with every woman but it doesn't make him more attractive.
"You know what, I am never coming back to this horrible gym ever again! They have the worst employees ever!!" Dallas yelled to no one specific and stomped towards the door, if people were actually in the gym I'm pretty sure they'd think he was being serious. I even thought he was going to leave when I heard a voice from the other side of the gym.
"I hope you realize that you just called your sorry ass a bad employee." Jaxton said as I recognized his voice and turned around to see him walking towards the both of us.
I didn't hear Dallas respond because all I could keep my mind focused on is the way Jaxton's shirt sculpted perfectly to his body so that it showed off his muscles and how his hair is perfectly styled.
I was brought back down to Earth when I saw a ball flying towards my head. I didn't have any time to react as it hit my head, sending a bolt of pain through my body. My right side instantly flared up.
"What the fuck!" I exclaim but immediately as I said that I put my hand over my mouth, I hated cussing but sometimes it's worth it.
I don't even know where the ball came from, but Dallas and Jaxton's expressions proved otherwise. They were hysterically laughing with their eyes wide and annoyance flooded my thoughts.
"You guys are complete idiots." I grumble as they kept on laughing, now they were nearly bending over with their elbows on their knees dying of hysteria. I didn't think what they did was funny at all.
"Says the girl who got hit in the head with a dodge ball." Jaxton said. I know Dallas threw the ball because my eyes had been on Jaxton the whole time and now I'm kind of pissed Jax didn't stand up for me.
I picked up the ball off of the floor and pelted it back at Dallas who wasn't ready for that and got hit in the shoulder. He raised his eyebrows as if he couldn't believe I would throw it back at him, but I am not just going to sit here and let them laugh at me for getting pelted by a dodge ball.
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Hiding off the Grid
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