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sure you will.” Violet sounded annoyed, but resigned. Grant didn’t know how to take her mood. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
    “Goodnight.”
    “Night. Oh, and Grant?”
    “Yeah?”
    “I’m not a big fan of being tied up, but I could be persuaded to try some spanking. Maybe a little light paddling.”
    Before Grant could respond, Violet hung up.

CHAPTER THREE
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    Day 3
    Violet couldn’t believe she was going through with this. She stood outside Melrose Fitness, ten minutes before six a.m.. On a Monday. During a hiatus. No matter how much weight she wanted to lose, she could easily sleep in until noon and then work out. She could also find another trainer. But no. She needed a new routine and some foolish voice in the back of her head told her Grant Gibson, Captain None-Too-Smooth, was the one to help her get her new life on track.
    She should have slapped him. She definitely shouldn’t have called him, but she did, and now here she was, completely unprepared to live up to her ballsy parting words.
    Did she want Grant to spank her after she completed her workouts? Of course she did. The thought of him putting his hands on her body like that, slapping her bare ass until it was pink and swollen had her soaking wet. She shuffled in her new Nikes just thinking about it. Did that make getting involved with him this way a good idea? Sure didn’t, but it was too late now. He was walking down the street, straight toward her, with a big dog on a red leash lumbering by his side. She could run, but he’d already seen her. Grant waved. Violet waved back. Oh God. What the hell was she doing?
    She did her best not to stare outright as he approached. First thing in the morning he looked just as hot as she remembered. He had on shorts instead of jeans, showing off the tattoos on his left leg.
    She glanced at the dog, not sure what to make of the beast.
    “This is Max,” Grant said.
    “Can I pet him?”
    “He’d be insulted if you didn’t.”
    Violet reached out her hand a mere inch before the dog shoved his large head the rest of the way under her palm. She gave him a light scratch, as Grant opened the doors to the gym and cut off the alarm. She and the dog followed him inside. Max, with his leash dragging across the floor, took off for the back, while Violet stayed a step behind Grant as he flipped on the lights.
    The space was large, deceptively so considering how small it looked from the outside. The main floor was split into two areas. One side, an open space where she imagined they taught stuff like yoga or whatever new aerobics trend was on the rise. Step risers and sit up pads were stacked against the wall. The other half was dominated by weight machines and racks of free weights. The window that faced the street was lined with treadmills and ellipticals.
    Violet could see the rear of the space actually had two more doors that led to men’s and women’s lockers rooms. She’d read on the Melrose Fitness website that both were equipped with saunas.
    “Let’s head to my office. We’re going to go over a few things and then we can get started.”
    Violet stayed silent, trailing him the rest of the way down a short hallway just to the left of the men’s room door. The office was small. Long and narrow. A big table ran along one wall and two rolling chairs, which looked too small for Grant and another to work comfortably, were shoved just a foot or two away, against the opposite wall. A filing cabinet, a tiny printer, another dog bed, and some boxes ate up the rest of the space. Grant shuffled by the first chair and pushed it in Violet’s direction.
    “Sorry. I don’t usually bring clients back here, but I make exceptions for special clients like you.”
    “Funny.”
    Once they were seated, Grant pulled a piece of paper, a questionnaire, out of the short file cabinet by his knee.
    “First fill this out, we’ll weigh you, and then you’ll get your first Melrose Fitness workout.”
    Violet nodded and slipped