9 Dirty Mind

**Quinn’s POV**

I finally set foot in the S-T Arena again after my working hours were officially confirmed by the general manager.

And the first thing that caught my attention when I was in this place was Grayson who is doing warm-ups.

Maybe Grayson didn't mean to show off his muscles but with every move he made, it made his muscles stand out.

It would be better if Grayson didn't ask for sex every day because I don't know what would happen to my body if he did. Because look at his body and when compared to mine, it's much different from size and strength. While I have to bear all that when we have sex. In the end, it made my body ache like someone had beaten it.

As if he knew I was watching him, his sharp eyes suddenly glanced at me. Which made me reflexively look away.

Grayson was probably upset that we didn't have sex that night. I caught a cold. And instead of taking care of him, he took care of me until I woke up when my fever had subsided.

Then after that I left, not waiting for him to wake up. But I sent a message that he could read the next day.

But maybe that wasn't enough for him and it still upsets him until today because he hasn't asked me to come to his home again.

"Quinn!" The general manager called me. I approached him at the rink carefully. I stood next to him, while the other players looked at me.

"Everyone, meet Doctor Quinn, Grayson's personal therapist from now on," the general manager said.

I straightened my body and tried to bury my nervousness. "I'm Quinn, nice to meet you all."

Surprisingly, all the players enthusiastically greeted me. They said hello to me even though I thought they'd be cold like Grayson when he first saw me. They also made jokes I found so funny that I chuckled.

But it didn't seem to be funny to Grayson because he made a flat expression and looked at me questioningly.

"By the way, I'd like to invite you to the team dinner which will be attended by the players, coaches, and managers at our favorite restaurant."

"But I just joined, is that okay?"

"Of course. We actually hope you can come, Quinn. Because we're going to celebrate the success we've achieved so far by getting the highest points for now."

I was honestly confused because maybe while I was at the event, Grayson suddenly asked me to meet him.

So instead of giving an answer, I looked at Grayson first to ask permission. Which he responded with a shrug of his shoulders.

"How about it, can you?"

I nodded, "I can come, general manager."

"Okay. After practice we'll go there. Now you can relax while watching the team practice."

I felt my eyes glaze over as I finally had a good coworker and work environment like this after what I'd been through in the past. "Thank you," I said under my breath that no one could hear.

After the players entered the rink and the general manager talked to the other staff, I decided to sit in the stands.

This was also my first time watching Grayson and his team practice live, starting from the very beginning. Where I can't stop being mesmerized by Grayson's performance.

Grayson is more powerful and shining when seen in person than on a phone. He moved like a light feather carried by the wind. His movements are agile and for sure extremely fast. Besides that, he's able to read every opportunity in front of him so it's no wonder he can put the puck in the net so many times.

I even unconsciously clapped when Grayson scored. Which in the end made me rush to look around and then try to calm down. Thankfully no one saw my reaction.

I think I didn't look away for too long but when I looked straight ahead, I saw that there was a player lying on the rink, looking in pain and seemingly injured. That made me move to approach the player who had pulled over.

"Doc, can you help me? I think I sprained my ankle," he said.

I widened my eyes. A sprained ankle is a serious thing for a hockey player. So I hurried to take off his shoe to see how bad it was.

But just as my hand touched the toe of his shoe, my body was pulled back by a burly arm.

"What are you doing?"

Oh it was Grayson.

I looked at him ruefully. "He's injured, I want to help him."

"Who said you could help him?"

Not only me, but also the player was flabbergasted.

"You're my personal therapist. PERSONAL. That means providing treatment for me exclusively," Grayson said with an emphasis that felt intimidating.

"Uh, I'm sorry, I was just wondering if Doctor Quinn could help me or not. But if you don't allow it, then no problem. It's only a minor accident anyways," said the player and then left.

I shook my head in disbelief at Grayson's attitude.

Okay, I know he paid me with his own money. But I was a physical therapist who also had the right to check if someone was having problems with their physique.

"They just want to mess with you." That's what Grayson said before grabbing my hand and forcibly pulling me to follow him.

It turned out that he was taking me into the recovery room. He also cornered me against the wall making me unable to escape either.

I'm frankly nervous right now. I'm even having trouble swallowing my saliva. But if I looked nervous, Grayson would definitely stress me more. So I dared to look at him boldly. "But it doesn't look like what you said," I argued.

Unexpectedly, Grayson placed one hand next to my face and brought his face forward. "This is a warning from me. Don't help others because I hired you."

"But-"

"There's no excuse," he cut in. "I don't like mine being shared. And you are my therapist. So only I have the right to receive your treatment. You get it?"

I unconsciously nodded, forgetting all the curses I wanted to say.

"Good." He then stepped back, giving me some space. "Now help me chill my body."

"Sure... of course I'll help you. Please lie down on the mattress as usual." I quickly walked to the side, intending to prepare the spot and necessities for the treatment Grayson had requested.

"Do you even understand what I mean by chilling?"

I stopped in place, then turned back. "Isn't it a massage like that time?"

"Blowjob. That's what I mean by a chill. Can't you see it's very hard right now?"

It was because of his words that I finally looked between his thighs. Which made me widen my eyes.

Then in the next five seconds Grayson pulled me up against his rock hard body. "Kneel down like last time."

"But we're in a workplace. Everyone can come in and out of this room."

"You can stop if they come in."

Grayson snickered and brought my hands together in front of his chest, locking them there. "What are you waiting for?"

"Sorry Grayson, but I can't do it here."

"You've agreed to anytime and anywhere in the contract."

That's true. But this is a public place!

If anyone saw me sucking his dick on the first day I was introduced as his therapist, what would the world say?

So I rebelled. "I still don't wanna. Let go of me."

Instead of listening to me, Grayson brought his lips closer to mine.

As a result I tried with all my might to free my hand. Which ended badly.

Because I not only freed my hand from his grasp but I also accidentally smashed his chin with my fist until I heard the sound of teeth clashing and his chin turned red.

Oh shit! I think I might have to look for a new job again.