The day is half-way done, and I haven't been able to focus on helping anyone. Lucas and I had a small conversation, but Grayson glared at me, so I walked away with the excuse that I had to use the bathroom.

During my lunch period I call Taylor, after three rings she picks up the phone, a little out of breath.

"Hi A, this isn't really a good time," she breathes out.

"I can hear that," I chuckle.

"Seriously Alex, do you ne-ed something?" She asks, not able to contain a moan.

"Nah, I just wanted to talk to you, but you're... Busy. So, I'll call you later." 

"Yeeessss, thank you!" She exclaims.

I quickly hang up, I don't want to know how my best friend sounds when she reaches her climax. 

To be honest, the phone call made me envious of her. She is getting her fun and I'm here, not knowing what to do.

He wouldn't know if I would go to the toilet right? Although, he has been watching over me like a overprotective father.

"Alexa, right?"

I turn around at the sound of my name, Parker is standing in front of me. His shirt is a little wet from his sweat, and his muscles are on display even more than usual.

"Um, yeah. Can I help you?"

"No, you seemed a little tense. You want to go to the club later?" 

I am not sure what to answer, I do want to go out. But I don't want to upset Grayson.

O what the hell. I don't even know his first name, I heard someone call him Mister Grayson. So Grayson can't be his first name, right?

"Yeah sure," I reply. Parker hands me a paper with his number on it.

"I'll pick you up here an hour after the gym closed, okay?"

I nod, that would give Grayson and me enough time to do... Whatever he is planning on doing.

* * *

"Lyla, you gotta be nicer to the customers if you want to give classes. Lucas, you did very well today, I'm thinking about promoting you. So, don't screw up tomorrow." Grayson ends his speech with glancing in my direction, making clear I'm his and Lucas isn't allowed to hit on me. 

Lyla, another trainer, seems very nice,nevertheless she can be a real bitch when you talk to her.

"Alexa, I want to evaluate your work today, could you come to my office. Everyone else, dismissed."

He doesn't wait for a response, turns around and walks to his office. 

I look around as everyone puts their bottle of water in their gym bag and changes their shoes. I put my own stuff in my bag as well, I wave at Lucas as he leaves the room.

A few employees who I don't know yet are left, I decide it must be safe to go to Grayson now. As I walk towards his office, I hear the door open and close a few more times. Before I open the wooden door I turn around and see that everyone has now left.

I take a deep breath, trying to get my nerves under control. The burning feeling is returning, even before I see him.

I knock two times and then slowly open the door. 

I don't know what exactly I was expecting, but I definitely wasn't expecting Grayson to sit relaxed behind his desk. He doesn't look up when I enter, he just motions for me to take the seat on the other side of his desk.

I slowly walk to the chair, he still hasn't looked up.

"You know why you're here?" He asks, his voice is cold and distant. 

What is his problem suddenly?

"I think so," I say not sure what he wants to hear.

"Then you should listen more carefully, I specifically told you just a few minutes ago." He finally looks up at me. I see that, although his voice is cold, he is smirking and I can see in his eyes where he wants this conversation to go to.

I'm all aboard!

I fold my hands together in my lap and stare at them as if I was caught with one of them in the cookie jar.

I look at him underneath my eye-lashes, his eyes stand approvingly, he knows I got it.

"I'm sorry," I whisper softly. 

"Speak clearly," he says.

I look up to him, "I'm sorry." 

"Now, that's better. I want to speak to you about your performance of today." He pauses for a moment and stands up from his desk chair. He walks to my side of the desk and sits down on the edge, he is so close to me that our legs are almost touching. 

"Your start of the day was... Not according to my rules."

His gaze is too intensive and I look away, but he's not having that. He grabs my chin and forces me to look up at him. 

"Don't look away, now answer the following question; how do you plan to make up for that?"

"I... I don't know," I stutter slightly, I'm nervous and I don't know what he'll do to me. That doesn't mean I don't want to find out though.

"Well, I think we need to find a suitable," he pauses and thinks for a moment, as if searching for the correct word. His lips turn upwards into a smirk, and he finishes his sentence: "Punishment."

I swallow hard, and I feel the blood slightly draining from my face. He stands up from the desk and motions me to get up as well.

I follow his order and stand up, we are now about one feet away from each other. I can still feel the heat radiating from both of us, colliding in the middle in a whirlpool of fire and need.

"Put your hands on the desk, and lean slightly forward." He orders me.

I nod my head and do as he asks, he grabs my hair and pulls my head backwards, causing a jolt of pain to shoot through my scalp resulting in a jolt of pleasure shooting through my body. I rub my thighs together slightly as he presses his front to my back and places his head next to my ear.

"I thought I told you to speak up," he pulls a little more at my hair, "So, when I give you an order, you answer with 'yes sir ' or 'yes daddy '. Got it?"

The pressure he is applying to my hair makes me unable to form a sound, so I nod my head.

That action results in another jolt of pain. I whimper slightly before giving him the answer he wants to hear; "Yes sir."

His chest rumbles in satisfaction. He lets go off my hair, and my head shoots back to the front. I lift my hand from the desk to my head, but he grabs it and pushes it down again.

"Never change position without my approval," he says strictly. 

This is going to be harder than I thought.