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Claudine frowned and locked eyes with me. I had suggested to her on numerous occasions that we should be sending newsletters and marketing material via email to members and visitors. Yes, the member info sheet Claudine had people sign collected email addresses. But they were not collated in one file and had never been used for anything.
“Email addresses are on the info and release of liability sheets I have everyone complete, but there is no list like you’re thinking,” Claudine said.
“I see,” Kenzie said, clearly surprised. “Would someone be able to go through all the paper files and type up a master list that we could get when the purchase goes through, assuming we will have a deal?” Her eyes went back and forth between Claudine and me as she asked. “I want to be able to send a newsletter to all of those email addresses a good week before we move the classes to our gym.”
“Yes, we can have that done for you,” Claudine promised.
I liked that Kenzie had plans along the same lines as what I’d wanted to do over the last few years and had included in the plan I’d written up last night. I’d talk to her later about being involved in the communication and marketing plans. She seemed like she’d be open to my ideas.
Chapter 4
Logan
It was Friday night. All I could think of was that I wanted to have a few drinks, hook up with some random chick and bang her brains out to blow off some steam. I really didn’t care who Andy hired as a yoga instructor, but I knew Andy would be pissed if I didn’t show up tomorrow morning for the meeting.
I rode my bike to a bar I liked eight blocks over. The purr of the engine, the wind in my hair, and the cool evening air had me feeling better before the first sip of beer hit my lips. There were several women in the bar I hadn’t seen in here before as well asa lot of the regulars, some I’d hooked up with, some I hadn’t. Brandy was at the end of the bar. She could always be counted on to say yes, and she’d do whatever freaky shit I felt like. She acted too clingy after each encounter for my liking though, so I’d only go home with her if there were no other prospects.
Woah, who was this gorgeous redhead? She had never been here before. And those green eyes, she looked like something straight from Ireland. I wanted to make my mission tonight to tap that, but I recognized her girlfriend. That chick avoided me like the plague.
Gia
I took another drink of my beer. I felt relaxed and happy for the first time in I didn’t know how long. My friend Sara had come to my place an hour before and basically kidnapped me. I’d called her earlier in the day and told her about the offer from the Stevens Street Gym to work there and run their yoga program.
My meeting with them at the gym was the following morning, and I was nervous about it. I’d told her that I’d already decided I was going to take their job offer. How could I not? It was a great offer, and I would soon be out of a job, not to mention a place to live, which their offer came with as well.
But what if I went there tomorrow and hated the place or the rest of the staff? What if they weren’t interested in my opinion or suggestions? They didn’t seem like they would be that way,but you never know. Being the good friend that Sara was, she appeared at my door and interrupted my packing, insisting I needed a night out.
And here we were at one of Sara’s favorite dive bars. It was a typical neighborhood joint, with sports on the televisions, neon beer signs, dart boards, and plenty of colorful characters. It was Friday night, and the place was packed.
There was a waitress going from table to table, but she got delayed chatting with her regulars at each table. My beer was almost gone. I glanced at the bar, contemplating going to it to get a refill, and my eyes landed on the most incredible deep blue eyes on a man that I had ever seen. He had longish blond hair, not a mullet or anything like that, but locks that screamed he didn’t adhere to any kind of business norms with his appearance. His face was attractive, and his body looked solid and well-built from what I could see of it.
“Gia?” Sara said, taking hold of my shoulder. Evidently, she’d been talking to me, and I was too enthralled with the view to hear her. Her eyes followed mine to the gorgeous man I stared at.
“That guy may be hot, but he’s the biggest man-whore I’ve ever seen. He leaves with a different woman every time I’ve seen him in here. Don’t mess with him, Gia. You’re better than that,” Sara warned me.
“What?” I said innocently. “Just because I am looking doesn’t mean I plan to go there.”
She wrapped her arm around me. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound that way. It’s just that I know it’s been a long time since you’ve been out looking, and I just don’t want you jumping into anything. I don’t want you to make a mistake with someone like him.”
“I wouldn’t say I’m looking for anything. You’re right, though. I know I’m rusty. It’s been six years since I’ve looked at a man in any way.” I paused and laughed. “I feel really stupid that I let it go on that long with Gary, but I am proud of myself for finally ending it.”
Sara embraced me more tightly. “I’m proud of you too.”
I tried to keep my eyes off the man that Sara had called a man-whore, but I couldn’t. Yeah, he was hot, real hot. My beer was empty. It had been empty for half an hour, but the server didn’t come around. Sara had just gone to the bathroom. I went up to the bar, squeezing into the empty space next to him. I placed my empty bottle on the bar with a five-dollar bill in my hand.
The man-whore made eye contact with me. His blue eyes were even more gorgeous this close up. His face was tanned and looked even more masculine than it had from my table. And his body! Oh. My. God. His thin t-shirt clung to his incredible abs. His arms were corded with muscles.
“Hi,” I said with a smile.
“Hello, yourself,” his smooth voice replied. His lips formed a flirtatious smile. I knew I had the same smile on my face.
I waited to see if he would say anything more or strike up a conversation. He didn’t. The bartender gave me a fresh beer. I stayed where I was and took a drink.
Sara rushed up to me, her phone in her hand. “Elly was in a car accident. She’s at the hospital. I’m sorry, I have to go!”
“Oh my God, is she okay?” I asked. Elly was her sister.
“I think so. She called me, needs a ride home. Come with me,” she urged. “We can do a sleepover at my place after I make sure she’s okay.”
