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close the door and the command clicked in her mind, he saw the spark in her eyes. She was nervous, a little unsure about what to expect, but she was down for the moment. She was present and ready. It took all his control not to take things further, especially after she responded to his kiss. Violet was hot, a physical force. Grant knew when they finally had the sex he’d been dreaming about, she would rock his world. It would be a test of his patience to wait for that moment, but he would wait until he absolutely knew she was ready. He would wait as long as she wanted.
    The thought startled him. Not because he was some sort of sick fuck who couldn’t control himself. It caught him off guard because Grant realized how long it had been since he had to step this gingerly around a woman who held his interest. Ariana was wild, out of control with her desires. He loved that part of her. The women before her were just as eager. They were trained submissives, ready to respond to him with practiced moves, or women who pursued him because they knew what he had to offer. Violet knew what she wanted. She wouldn’t let Grant take her anyplace she didn’t want to go, but he was honored to be the first to receive her submission. He wanted to work to keep her trust.
    The prospect of it had changed him. Grant often didn’t realize how much time he spent with people he couldn’t stand. His clients paid him and they paid him a lot. He cared about the collective health of his clients, but they were just that. Clients. In the one session he’d spent with Violet he also realized just how routine things had become around the gym. He knew. He felt the depth of boredom but, really, he’d only scratched the surface. Walking with Violet, listening to her talk about the TV shows she worked on, he felt his outlook shifting when he was around her. Not that he’d been an asshole around the gym or anything, but Violet had definitely lifted his mood. Even Armando said something about the way he was acting when he walked by the office and overheard Grant singing to himself. It had been a while since he’d burst out in song.
    Yeah, Violet was different and Grant wanted more of her in his life.
    Her silver Jetta pulled up just before six o’clock. Violet looked tired when she climbed out of the car, but the moment she saw him, she smiled. That smile seemed to wipe every hint of exhaustion from her face. They exchanged their hellos. Grant wanted to kiss her, but instead he led her inside the gym. She followed him to the gym floor and sat down beside him on the polished wood. He’d take her back to the office. Later. After.
    “Did you do your homework?”
    “I sure did.” Violet unzipped her bag and pulled out a small blue Moleskin and a pen.
    “You got a notebook. Good,” Grant said, as he took it from her hand. He flipped it open and looked over the food Violet had consumed in three days. He didn’t see anything alarming. She liked her assorted coffee beverages and she seemed to skip breakfast and sometimes lunch, making up for it with snacking and heavy dinners. She liked her pre-packed foods and she liked to eat out. Right on par with most working adults.
    “I found an app, but I thought it would easier this way,” Violet said. “Things are easier to remember when I actually put pen to paper.”
    “That’s excellent. I want you to do this for two full weeks. You’ll see two things. One, you’ll notice that you have eating patterns. We all do. I eat the same thing for breakfast almost every day. I save my alcohol intake for Sunday nights. You’ll notice when you eat certain things and then you can start working out why, and then you can think about how to change those patterns.” Grant flipped back through the pages to see if anything else caught his eye, but nothing stood out.
    “That doesn’t sound so hard.”
    “It is and it isn’t. What’s hard is trying to change everything you’ve been doing most of your life overnight.