Page 78 of Levi
CHAPTER19
Jules
Collin and Shane Dennisonare standing in my warehouse.
Oh. My. God.
Someone pinch me!
I’m doing my best to maintain my cool and not come across like a silly fan girl, but it’s really hard. The Dennison brothers have the kind of over-the-top presence that commands attention. Sure, they’re absolutely gorgeous, but it’s much more than that. Just like Levi, the tall, blue-eyed, brown-haired hunks ooze confidence. I’m not used to being around men who strut around, dripping with that much cocksureness. And that’s the operative word. These guys are men. Not boys.
Talk about an upgrade.
When Levi said he had a couple of candidates in mind as business partners, never in a million years did I imagine it would be Shane and Collin Dennison.
I mean, these two are celebrities.
Much to my surprise, the Dennison brothers showed up in appropriate training gear, which made it very easy for them to jump on the bikes and give them a good run. They also inspected and tested the other smart equipment. I’m not going to lie, I was biting my nails, anticipating their verdict. The words that came out of Shane’s mouth nearly landed me on my ass.“Jules, Levi is right, you’re sitting on a gold mine.”Just when I had lost all hope, these men show up in my life. Hillary expected me to drown. On the contrary. I’ll end up with a trio of kickass business partners to the rescue.
Go me!
After giving the Dennison brothers a tour of the warehouse, we’re back in the small conference room. For the past three hours I’ve been taking the three men through our operations. We’ve been poring over spreadsheets, contracts, patents, and a slew of other documents related to the production of the bikes.
“Between the three of us, we should have the funds to kickstart this,” Shane says. “But what about creating a crowdfunding campaign? This would be a massive flow of upfront cash.”
I frown. “We can’t produce thousands of these a week,” I caution.
“Your dad produced a hundred CycleThonix bikes, right?” Shane asks.
“Yes,” I confirm.
“That’s more than enough to get the buzz going,” he says. “To sweeten the pot, we could offer personalized training and rides for the core group of one hundred who snatch the first round of equipment. One of my former clients won the Tour de France twice. Imagine if people were able to tap into his training routine from the comfort of their home?”
“Oh!” my eyes light up with excitement.
“On top of that, I can offer meal and diet plans,” Shane adds. “Plus, Collin and I can share one of his typical workout sessions—I’m still his personal trainer.”
“What’s a great idea!” I marvel.
“I agree,” Collin says.
“That’s a killer idea, Shane,” Levi comments.
“Here’s one more,” Shane’s blues eyes bounce around the table, “I’ve been playing around with different smoothie recipes that offer optimal workout fuel, like my s'mores protein shake, Aztec chocolate protein shake or root beer float protein shake.”Those sound sinful!“As I perfect the recipes, I can post them on my site. The end goal is a self-published recipe book. I’m nearly there. Once published, our crowdfunders would receive a signed copy.”
“Holy smokes!” Levi exclaims. “You’re on fire, Shane!”
“I know, right?” Shane nods, a sly smile stretching his lips. “Not all smoothies are created equal. Many are just a big fat sugar dump in your system without giving your muscle the proper nutrients.”
“Shane is right. Not all smoothies are created equal,” I agree. I might not know much about running a business, but I know what fuels the body.
“On top of that, we should get paraphernalia and create some cool swag bags,” Collin suggests. “People love that shit.”
“We should consider branded clothing—t-shirts, hoodies, sweat pants, socks, and caps.” Shane piggybacks on his brother’s suggestion.
“Love it!” Collin cheers.
“And towels, water bottles and blender bottles,” Shane adds to the list.
