I’m posting two today since I didn’t do it yesterday. (Shame shame shame!) Here is another story beginning. What do you think of it? Potential? Cliche?
Troy stared at the notice in his hands as he read and re-read the message.
He was being audited in one week and he had just fired his accountant because the man was grossly incompetent. He probably should’ve figured that out when the man only wanted to be compensated with a free gym pass.
With a thud Troy’s forehead met with his desk. “I’m so screwed. I’m going to lose everything.” He sat up and leaned back in his chair, blowing out a harsh breath as he tried to calm him thoughts and figure out a solution.
His chair creaked as he resumed a normal sitting position and typed in what he hoped would be the key to his problems. For the next two hours Troy called one accountant after another, trying to convince even one of them to help him get his books in order. They all claimed it was tax season and they were already swamped and couldn’t take on his account. He was fucked.
There was a knock on his office door and Terry, his best personal trainer on staff and an all around good-looking guy, stepped in. “Hey, Troy. Mrs. Panner is requesting you.” Troy growled at the smirk Terry had on his face.
With a grunt Troy left his office and approached Mrs. Panner. She was hot enough, and she should be since she worked out with a personal trainer seven days a week and ate nothing but green juices. At least that’s what she’d told him. He turned on the charm for women like Panner but he didn’t let it go beyond just words. He’d learned the hard way that women were fickle. He didn’t even want to think about his ex so he pushed it aside and flashed Mrs. Panner his charming grin as he approached her.
“Mrs. Panner, fancy seeing you here. How can I help you this evening?”
She brushed a dainty hand over her salon created blonde hair as if one of them dare be out of place. He’d bet money she’d made sure she looked her best before getting out of her fancy black Escalade. Her shiny rose colored lips rose into a smile. “Troy, I was hoping you had some time on your schedule to help me with my squats. I think my form is all–”
She was still talking but I had tuned her out when I heard Julie, one of the sales girls say the word accountant. I almost didn’t see the woman Julie was trying to entertain while she filled out the standard forms.
“I do freelance stuff mostly. But I’m new to town and I haven’t had a chance to go find–”
A warm hand touched my bicep and I glanced back to Mrs. Panner who still had a hopeful smile pasted on her lips.
“I’m so sorry, Mrs. Panner but I am up to my elbows in paperwork and I just found out the IRS is coming in next week to audit me. Terry, I’m sure will take care of you. Is that okay?” I squeezed her shoulders and offered her a smile before turning around and yelling for Terry who quickly came to my aid. “Go easy on her, Terry.” I winked at Mrs. Panner before striding away. I needed to catch that new to town jobless accountant.
Elle smiled politely as the sales girl jotted down her credit card information. Just thinking about the dent the gym membership would make every month was making her a little sick to her stomach. Not to mention the fact that she was surrounded by lots of men who were grunting and sweating. She swallowed hard as she lifted her eyes and saw a spectacular specimen coming her way. Spectacular if you were into that sort of thing, which she wasn’t. Especially not since the altercation back in Atlanta. She dropped her eyes quickly and held tightly onto her purse.
“Hey Julie. Is everything going alright?”
She lifted her eyes a little. Was this guy seriously trying to flirt with the sales girl? She dropped her eyes again. It was alright. At least he hadn’t spotted her.
“Everything is fine here, Mr. Duncan.” Julie reached out and put her hand on the table to draw Elle’s attention upwards. Reluctantly she did. “Mr. Duncan is the owner of the gym. Mr. Duncan, this is Elle Banks. She’s our newest member.”
Her eyes met with the brightest brown eyes she’d ever seen. She nodded to him and dropped her gaze once more. She wished Julie would hurry up. He shifted and then pointed to something on the application.
“You’re an accountant?” he asked.
She cleared her throat and shifted uncomfortably in her seat. “Yes. I am.”
“Interesting line of work. What firm are you with?”
She glanced up again, frowning at him. What was he getting at? Was he trying to find out where she worked so he could come stalk her? She was being a little crazy now. But that was why she was here, to learn self defense so she could feel confident again and safe.
“I’m not with a firm right now. I just moved here.”
Suddenly he stepped over to her side of the table and leaned over her until his ear was near her mouth. “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you. What did you say?”
She lept out of her seat and moved towards Julie. “I said I just moved here. Do you always invade your new clients’ personal space?”
His smile, no doubt a weapon he used to disarm female tension, didn’t work on soothing her nerves. “Not usually, no. Not unless they’re paying me to help them improve their form.” His grin grew wider at the look of shock on her face. “Their form while working out. No bedroom antics between myself and my customers.” He paused as he rubbed his jaw with his large hand. “Look, I came over because I’m in need of a new accountant and I’ve called every one of them in town and no one has been able to help me. Perhaps we could help each other?” His eyebrow rose suggestively and she gasped again.
“Despite that amazing proposition I’m afraid I’m going to have to decline.”
“Come on, what else have you got to do?”
Elle reached down and snatched the schedule of classes that Julie had highlighted for her and held it up like a shield. “I have lots of classes to take. Now if you’ll excuse me,” she snatched her credit card from the table and shoved it back into her purse before storming out of the gym. She couldn’t wait to master the self-defense and kick boxing classes so she’d have the balls to kick a huge man’s ass. An ass just like that belonging to a certain Mr. Duncan.