Of course.

You hesitate. You don't want to make a bad impression – and you can't deny that your boss exudes trustworthiness and reliability – every time you thought about him during the last day you couldn’t help but notice your heart beat faster, but… this is a work contract, you can’t just sign that.

You bend over his desk – blush as you can practically feel his gaze drill in to your cleavage and start reading.

It’s a standard work contract with only few modifications, but those are… drastic. He alone picks your working hours, breaktime and vacation dates. He determines your dress code, and he decides reprimands and rewards. There are no details about these - reprimands, but it’s making you blush. The contract is permanent – what you wouldn't have given for that in your old job. Well at least theoretically it is – you read the small print - HE has the right to end it without notice at any time. So what it actually is is a permanent probationary period.

You gulp. It’s not that you had expected much else, given what you did to get this job, but seeing it on paper is - different.

"Everything OK, Lexi? Second thoughts?”

You shake your head feebly and feel your fingers tremble a little, when you take the pen he offers you and sign both copies.

You only hesitate for a fracture of a second before, for the first time, you sign Lexi Jordan.

He takes another sip of his coffee and nods.

“Good girl, Lexi.”