#thegoodkind

The fact that it was the middle of January and all you owned were winter clothes and it was in the high 60's in Texas and your faux fur boots were the only decent looking shoes you owned other than your workout shoes, was just mind boggling to you.

"Looks like I'm going to go shopping," you said aloud to your reflection after you stepped out of your shower.

You had been struggling for the last hour to find something decent to wear, but you brain couldn't wrap around the fact that it was warm when it should be cold. And the summer clothes you had were still in boxes in your closet, so now you had to figure out just what you needed to do with these long and layered clothes you wouldn't be needing for a while.

Taking a quick peak into your bank account on your phone, you told yourself that you just needed to go and grab a couple shirts, a pair of leggings and maybe some shorts. Afterwards, you could splurge a little more once your first paycheck hit. Which would be about a week later. And that would be spent on some good shoes.

Another quick google showed you that there was a mall within a ten mile radius, so you hopped in your car, rolled down the windows and enjoyed the warm breeze as your GPS gave you all the turns and exits you needed to take. When you arrived, you decided that the best place to start would be Target, because well, Target literally had everything under the sun.

As soon as you stepped in, the smell of fresh brewing coffee from the Starbucks by the main entrance hit you, instantly giving you that craving for caffeine. If you can keep to your list, you can buy yourself a nice cup of coffee, you thought to yourself.

It was a bribe you knew could work, but it was a matter of focusing on what you came for that was challenging.

Wandering the aisles, trying to find just some plain t-shirts and tank tops that didn't have some bizarre saying sprawled across the chest area, you felt yourself bump into something.

"Shit," you spoke softly, realizing you very much may have ran into one of the pillars in the middle of the floor.

"Are you okay?" A voice spoke down to you causing your head to shoot up and see a man with dark curly hair and dark brown eyes staring at you with a concerned look.

You recognized him immediately as one of the guys from the front desk at work. To be more specific, he was the man that Judy had been all over just a couple of days ago. "Oh, hey," you offered a bit of a shy smile. "Yeah, I'm just clearly not paying attention to where I am going."

He gave you a small smile back, "You're the new girl at work, right? Y/N?"

With a slight laugh, you nodded. "I'm sorry, I'm totally blanking on your name."

"Heath," his smile grew wider towards you.

You both stood there awkwardly in the middle of the clothes between the men and women's section. You didn't quite know where to go from here, since you were on a bit of a mission and knew that the longer you stayed in the mall, the more likely you were going to spend money.

"So, Y/N, it looks like you are a little bit busy, but I'll see you at work on Monday. Okay?"

You nodded and suddenly felt stupid for just awkwardly standing there with your co-worker. "Uh, yeah."

As he turned to walk away, he stopped for a moment, facing you once again. "I know this is a bit of a reach, but," Heath shifted around in his pocket handing you something that looked like a business card. "Here's my number. If you have any questions about the area, I would be more than happy to help."

Monday came way too quickly, but you would be lying if you weren't a tad bit excited to get into the swing of things. Especially since you didn't really have money to spend and sitting around prepping your meals and catching up on your favorite shows was driving you a little stir crazy.

You walked into the gym and headed towards the employee lockers, stealing a glance at the clock, you saw that it was a little after seven and then looking at your clipboard of clients, you noticed that Jensen was your first one.

One of your projects over the weekend was starting to set up some circuits that you could get Jensen through and get a better judgement of what his body could handle.

"Hey Y/N," a voice said over your shoulder causing you to turn and see Heath offering you smile.

Heath seemed like the perfect fit to have at the front desk of the gym. A decent looking man, with a nice build and a killer smile with dimples to boot. You were sure that some women just joined because of the look he gave them alone.

"Oh, hey Heath," you grinned in his direction while focusing back on your clipboard and rooting around your purse for the notes you had taken over the last couple of days. "Did you have a good weekend?"

You felt him shrug next to you while he opened up the spare locker beside yours. "Eh, didn't really do much besides hang out with some guys, have a couple of beers and catch up on some video gaming."

Nodding along, you laughed. "That sounds like the laziest weekend ever coming from someone who works at a gym."

Heath grinned again. "Everyone needs a resting period."

You were about to say something smart in response, but Judy came through the door and immediately eyed the two of you carefully before letting you know that Jensen had just walked through the door. Quickly, you excused yourself from the room and headed towards the mats that were towards the back of the gym.

Sure enough, Jensen was just casually sitting on one of the larger mats with his legs outstretched before him. Wearing nothing but some loose gym shorts and a form fitting athletic shirt that was starting to make you question why he needed a personal trainer to begin with.

But money was money. You wouldn't turn him away, but you could make his life hell.

"Mornin'," you called over before you reached him.

"Good mornin'," there was a twinkle in his eyes this morning that wasn't there when you first met him on Friday. "Are you ready to kill me?"

You gave a small smirk. "Oh, you have no idea."

Several sets of push-ups and sit ups, some planks thrown in and burpees later and you were actually starting to see a little bit of strain in his eyes. But you weren't done there.

"Alright, now I need you to go and grab those ropes and we are going to do some battle ropes."

"Goddamn woman," he groaned, but headed over to drag them towards you. When he was in front of you again, he let out a heavy breath. "That guy at the front desk keeps checking on us."

You didn't pay any mind to it because you were sure it was all part of working the desk; making sure everyone was doing their jobs. "Oh, Heath is probably just making sure that I'm getting a good sweat out of you." Jensen shook his head. "Nah, he's not looking at us like that. If I didn't know any better, I would say he is checking you out." With that, he leaned forward a bit and took a nice long look at your ass before leaning back and grinning. "I can't say I blame him though."

"Excuse me?"

"I can't say I blame him," he continued to grin at you. "A girl like you must have all the guys chasing her."

Snorting, you shook your head before focusing on the ropes in his hands and just how callused and rough his hands looked. "I seem to be the one chasing the guys away."