Fit Like a Glove by Laney Powell

Chapter One

Sukie

I glaredat the offending email.

Of course, this would come in at the end of the day.

And I would bet my last dollar that no one else on the sales team had gotten one.

Because it was from my boss, Gerard Donnelly, I couldn’t ignore it.

Nope. I would bet it was just me, Sukie Conners. Why just me? Well, because I was not number one on the team. I was number two, and I’d done it in a little over a year after being hired. Far faster than the other guys on the team.

That was the rub, though, wasn’t it?

The other guys.

On the sales team of seventeen at The Corner Gym, Inc, I was the only woman. And my success over the past year had given rise to some really mean—okay, let’s admit it, shitty—comments about how and why I’d been so successful.

I mean, after all, how could a woman be so good in the gym, right? She had to have some secret, womanly tricks up her sleeve. It couldn’t be that I was a better at sales than nearly everyone else on the team.

Or maybe I was trading for favors, batting my eyes, swinging my hair and ass around. I’d heard all kinds of comments about why I’d done so well as one of the newest members to the sales staff.

Anything that would make my success less based on my skill. I could hear the sneering innuendo of all my colleagues, especially Stan Jeffers, the nephew of the owner of The Corner Gym. David and Nancy Garrett had no children, and Stan was their favorite nephew. He’d put a target on my back when I wouldn’t go out on a date with him.

It had been an uphill battle on this sales team since then. The fact I’d rejected him recently did not help my standing within the company. Which infuriated me. Worse, Stan didn’t seem to understand the word ‘no’. He’d been pretty butt hurt, which made me wonder what was coming next.

I couldn’t think about Stan Jeffers right now. Sighing, I opened the email, and my eyes widened as I read it.

Holy hello. This was worth the bother of an end of the day message.

This would make my career.

* * *

The next day,I knocked on the door of my boss’ office. “Gerard?”

He looked up, smiled briefly, and pointed at the chair on the other side of his desk. “Sit.”

“I got your email last night. Is this for real?”

He smiled, more broadly this time, and nodded. “It is. I heard it from the man himself.”

“What were his exact words?” I leaned forward.

Gerard laughed as he leaned back in his chair, clasping his hands behind his head. “I believe his words were, Hey, Ger, why don’t you send out one of your reps? I’m in the mood to talk.”

“It’s kind of hard to believe,” I said.

“It is. He’s always said he wouldn’t sell, but I hear it’s been a bad year for him. Not from him, of course. People talk.”

I said nothing, only raised my eyebrows.

Gerard looked over at his computer as he talked. “He was engaged. She was a trainer in the gym. They hired a new trainer, and he came in one day to find that his fiancé, his new trainer, and the dog were gone. The way I hear it, she also took the keys to a condo.”

“What?” I shook my head. Hard to believe this was happening to a guy who seemed to have it all.

“It’s what I heard.” Gerard shrugged. “Is it all true? I don’t know. But it’s a kick in the ass for sure.”

“When did he call you?”

“Yesterday. So make plans. I want you to meet with him by the end of the week.” He looked back at his computer.

I got up, recognizing the dismissal. “I’m on it.”

He smiled then. “I know you are. That’s why I gave you the lead. Let me know what happens.”

I walked out, hugging the news to myself. This was why I was successful. I was number two on the team now, but I was shooting for number one. With this lead? Well, I had a boss who knew what I was capable of. He gave me the information I needed and then got out of my way. I really enjoyed working for Gerard.

It was my colleagues that were a pain.

But that didn’t matter. What mattered was I had a fantastic, amazing lead, and if I landed this gym, it would push me to the top of the team.

In my male dominated team, that was saying something.

My bonus would be enough to give me a great vacation, maybe even a vacation condo.

As I went back to my desk, I was considering how to approach Nick Glover. The owner of one of the most popular and successful gyms in his area, he’d been a force in the gym world for the past decade. He had all kinds who came through his gym—people looking to get in shape to professional body builders. He was an outstanding trainer, and he would work with anyone who wanted to work with him, within reason.

Kind, handsome, funny—how in the hell had he lost his fiancé to anyone else? Not to mention he’d apparently lost his condo and his dog.

Maybe not mention those in my contact with him.

I sat at my desk, considering what I wanted to say. I didn’t know Nick Glover well, but everything I’d heard suggested he was someone who appreciated honesty, and no bullshit.

With that in mind, I opened my email and composed the email that would change everything for me.

I couldn’t wait.