"Grayson?" I say in confusion.
"Get away from him Alexa." He scowls at Ryan.
I cross my arms in stubbornness, "Give me one good reason."
"He is going to hurt you," Grayson replies, "You think you are the first girl he tries this with?"
I don't know what to say, did I expect Ryan to be a seducer? Honestly, yes.
But I didn't imagine Grayson caring about us, about me. Wait, he never said he cared about you he's just trying to cock-block Ryan.
Ryan turns his head from Grayson to me, "Don't listen to him, let's go to my place." He stands up and grabs my arm, trying to pull me up with him.
But before I get out of the booth, Grayson punched him in the face, "Get your filthy hands off her!"
Ryan stumbles back and his hands go to his face, holding his bleeding nose.
"The hell dude," Ryan yells, before he walks off to the toilets, probably getting paper for his nose.
Grayson walks over to me, pulls me out of the booth and starts dragging me over the street to the gym.
He doesn't stop until we reach his office, he pushes me in and closes the door behind us.
"Rule number one," he breathes out, making his way to me and pushing me against the desk, his chest pressed against my back, "Do not date customers." He moves a strand of hair out of my neck, his fingertips graze my skin and send shivers down my spine.
His other hand grabs my hair behind my head, "Understood?" He says harsly, while pulling my hair back, causing my head to shoot backwards against his chest.
I gasp at the sudden movement, "Ye- Yes," I stutter slightly.
His right hand moves down to my waist and grabs it firmly, I feel slight bruises forming. He rubs his hand quickly against my inner thigh before going back to my waist. I moan at his action, I feel his chest grumble as he groans in response.
*Knock knock *
Grayson quickly moves away from me as the door opens and the woman from behind the desk is standing in the doorway.
"Sir," She begins, "There is a delivery guy and he needs a signature from you."
"I'm coming," the woman leaves, and Grayson turns back to me. "You start tomorrow at seven thirty, there is a meeting before the day starts."
I nod in response.
"Leave."
Before I can respond or he can say something else, he turns around and walks out of the office.
* * *
I groan as I hear my alarm clock going, I am tempted to press the snooze button. But I think Grayson will fire me if I show up late today.
I take a quick shower, eat breakfast and jump in my car. My morning routine is pretty quick, since I don't have to put on any makeup or worry about my outfit. I can wear sweatpants and a T-shirt and be acceptable.
But I decided to wear another sports bra with a see through top covering my stomach. I put on another pair of leggings.
I pull over in the parking lot reserved for staff members, and grab my bag from the passenger's seat. I slam the door behind me and walk to the front door. When I reach for it to open it, I feel someone standing behind me.
"It's closed," I turn around to see a handsome man standing there.
He must have seen my confused look on my face because he sticks out his hand for me to shake, "Lucas Davis, but you can call me Luke. I'm a trainer here."
I smile at him, "Okay, I'm Alexa Rose," I pause and then add with a wink, "but you can call me Alex."
Lucas laughs and winks back at me, "Alright, aren't you the new employee?"
I nod, "Yeah, I was hired just yesterday. We are supposed to meet seven thirty, right?" I ask.
Lucas eyes go wide, he looks at his watch, "Shit, we gotta hurry, we're late. Grayson hates it when we are late. We gotta go!"
He grabs my hand and starts running, pulling me with him.
We enter the building through the back door and come in a meeting room.
Grayson is standing with his back to us, when he hears us enter he turns around and glares at Lucas and me.
"Now that everyone is finally here, I can start," he says, while continuing to glare at us.
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