My sexy Boss

[ 3 ]

Ignoring the stare of the woman behind the desk, I walk out of the gym towards my car. 

I throw the door open with a sigh, and sit down. I look in the rearview mirror, and see my gym bag on the backseat. I look at myself through the mirror, and a devilish smirk makes its way on my face.

I grab my bag and get out of my car again. When I enter the gym for the second time that day, I smiled annoyed at the woman behind the desk, and showed her my membership pass. 

I walk towards the changing rooms and put on my Calvin Klein black sport bra and a pair of yoga pants. I take my phone, earbuds and bottle of water out of my bag before placing it in a locker.

I walk out of the changing room, towards the open space in the middle of the gym, where the floor is made of a yoga matt-type of material. I get on the floor and start stretching my muscles. 

I make my way towards the treadmill and start with slowly jogging, while listening to my favourite music. As I set the speed a little higher every few minutes, I get lost in the feeling of running.

I am so lost in the music and the running, that I don't notice a person with crossed arms and his feet tapping the floor, standing next to me.

He stops my treadmill and I almost lose my balance, I grab the sides of the machine to steady myself. I take my earbuds out and glare at the person who caused me to almost fall.

I recall Parker calling him Gray, but it seemed to be a nickname. Since I'm not sure what to call him, I decide to ignore the name part.

"What the hell? Why would you do that?" I ask, anger clearly present in my voice, while I glare at him.

"I thought I asked you to leave?" He asks, sounding annoyed.

"More like ordered me," I mumble under my breath.

"Sorry, what was that?" 

"Look buddy, I understand you don't want me as your new staff member. But to get in and talk to you, I had to become a member and maybe you don't know that, however most people looking for a job, can't afford to throw away thirty-five dollar without a second glance." I say, while using wide gestures to make my point clear.

I look at him, and to my frustration, he looks amused. He is clearly enjoying this situation.

"First of all, stop waving your hands, your going to hit someone like that. Second, it's not my fault you wanted to see me so bad, you were willing to pay money. I'm not a some Magic Mike, you know." He smirks.

My mouth falls slightly open, I seriously can not believe this guy! 

I want to say something, but his eyes are distracting me. He is scanning my body with dark eyes, I take my time to do the same. The time I had earlier wasn't enough to appreciate this piece of art.

I suddenly recall Parker telling him to stop eye-raping me, maybe I can make him uncomfortable, throw him off guard.

"Could you stop eye-raping me, please?" I ask with as much annoyance in my voice as I could muster. 

He looks up at me, and his angel kissed cheeks get a little flushed, barely noticable. 

"Feisty," he mumbles.

I glare at him, while he just chuckles.

"Fine, you are looking for a job? That guy over there is bothering some female members, get him to leave this place and you're hired." He challenges me, and points towards a guy at the other side of the gym.

I look back at him, "No problem."

* * *

"You need to leave, you are bothering others," I try to reason with the guy for the millionth time. This is one stubborn ass, with good looks. He's probably around 25 years old, his body is one send straight from heaven.

"Like what you see?" He smirks, making me look back up at him.

I feel my cheeks flushing, "Look," I pause, realising I hadn't even asked for his name.

"Ryan, Ryan Myers. Soon to be Calvin Klein model," he states proudly, adjusting his position and sticking his chest out a little.

I chuckle at his behaviour, maybe I've been doing this the wrong way. I take a step closer, this guy has an ego as big as the statue of Liberty, so why not use that in my advance?

I place a hand on his chest, his breathing stops for a moment and he looks at my hand. Clearly in an internal battle, trying to figure out what I'm doing.

"Oh really?" I flirt.

He smirks, finally catching my drift.

He puts his arms around my waist and pulls me a little closer, my other arm is now wrapped around his neck. My lips are only a few inches away from his.

I lean in, and brush my lips against his, before making my way to his ear. 

"Tell you what, if you leave right now, I'll give you my phone number if you wait at the car with the number plate 5UMH719." I whisper in his ear, following by shortly flicking my tongue over his jaw line.

His grip on my waist tightens, his eyes are filled with lust as he pulls away from me slightly. He nods his head and turns around, walking towards the exit of the gym.

I turn around and see the owner standing near me, an expression on his face I can't place.

"Okay, you're hired."

I smirk, "Thanks, what's your name by the way?" I ask before he walks away from me.

 "Grayson."