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  Yes Coach

  S. B. Sheeran

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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  Also in this series:

  Mental Training (Yes Coach Book 2)

  Also by S. B. Sheeran:

  The Daughter of The CEO Series

  The Daughter of The CEO (Book 1)

  The Daughter’s Bite (Book 2)

  The Daughter’s Demands (Book 3)

  The Missing Daughter (Book 4)

  The Other Side of The Net Series

  Rising Shot (Book1)

  Second Serve (Book 2)

  Break Point (Book 3)

  Where the light Enters Series

  The Woman Who Stopped Time (Book 1)

  The Woman Who Healed My Heart (Book 2)

  The Woman Who Made Me Sing (Book 3)

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  The Daughter of The CEO Excerpt – Chapter One

  About the Author

  Yes Coach

  CHAPTER 1

  Olivia tapped her pen against the hot pink clipboard. Would she rather join the cardio class that met three times a week or the yoga class that met two times a week? She frowned in consideration, weighing out the options and sorting through her already busy schedule before filling out the general membership and credit card information.

  “This better be worth it.” She muttered.

  High heels clicking delicately on the floor, Olivia handed the clipboard over to the upbeat girl working behind the counter. She exchanged pleasantries despite the headache pounding in her temples. After all, the newly erected gym had caught her attention. She studied new businesses and entrepreneurs with dreams and took notes of what made them successful in a struggling economy.

  And Spring’s Gym was a perfect example.

  So far the gym seemed to be adapting well to the medium sized city of Springs. The parking lot was always filled with cars and all the work out equipment occupied. Olivia, to say the least, was impressed with the advertising and customer service. The last time she had even considered working out was back in high school when she wanted to join the cross country team.

  Olivia left her contact information for the gym’s owner with the girl behind the counter and stepped out into the hot afternoon. She crossed the busy parking lot to her car at the end of the lot and turned back to study the building’s bright gold paint. She shrugged out of her beige suit jacket and draped it over the passenger seat. A blast of sweltering air poured out of the car and the leather on steering wheel nearly burnt Olivia’s fingers. She sat back in the driver’s seat and kept the door open to air her car out. Summers in Colorado varied from either hot or a dry heat. There wasn’t much in between.

  Sweat trickled down the back of Olivia’s neck. She wiped it away with the back of her hand, mindful that sweat stains on the back of her white sleeveless blouse did not look good period. A battered blue car with several bumper stickers pulled into the open slot directly in front of hers. She watched as a dark haired woman in her twenties or slid out from behind the steering wheel. Her eyes were drawn to the tanned and muscular thighs as they carried the clearly fit woman confidently towards the gym. That would be a definite perk of going to the gym...

  The buzz of her iPhone startled Olivia out of her observations. She fumbled through the contents of her purse and didn’t bother checking the caller id.

  “Hi John.”

  “Olivia.” John said, curtly. “Have you checked out Spring’s Gym yet?”

  “Yes, I joined and everything. The owner-” Olivia checked her notes quickly, “Bruce wasn’t in today, but will talk to me tomorrow.”

  “Good job. Make sure to record the conversation with his permission. How’s it looking? Tons of people?”

  Olivia shook her head, staring out at the full parking lot. “Fuller than a Wal-Mart parking lot on a Saturday afternoon. It’s quite impressive actually.”

  “They did a good job advertising and curtailing to what Springs wanted. It’s a good source of revenue for this town.”

  “Most definitely. The girl behind the counter said they get at least 10 new memberships a day. If you add that up, it’s no wonder that they are doing well.”

  “Well, for now they are. You know how Springs is.”

  New businesses tended to come and go in Springs. They either lasted a a few months depending on the tourist season or held on for a few years. It was only the chain stores and franchises that lasted. John who lost his book shop business to the Barnes and Nobel that opened up vowed after that to form a company to help start up entrepreneurs and businesses to compete with the bigger ones. He recruited Olivia fresh out of college with her degree in business management to talk with the successful businesses and so far they had several pending clients seeking their services.

  She drummed her fingers experimentally on the steering wheel to check the temperature. “I know. I would say that they listened well to what Springs asked for and will remain busy. Everybody seems really happy with the gym.”

  “Speaking of busy. I’m on my way to the town hall. Apparently there is a group of people from Denver proposing the idea of a new recreational center.”

  “No kidding. That will be some new competition.”

  “See you there in fifteen minutes.”

  Olivia tugged the driver’s door closed and rolled the windows down to keep the airflow going. Last week her air conditioner quit working and with all the running around John had her do she had yet to find the time to drop it off to a shop.

  Halfway there her iPhone buzzed again from where it sat on her thigh. Olivia glanced down at the caller id and groaned at the name. She held it to her thigh and after debating on answering it, she held it up to her ear.

  “Hello?”

  “Hi, Olive. It’s me, Jack.”

  She rolled her eyes in response. “I know it’s you, Jack. I’m kinda in the middle of-”

  “I know. I promise it won’t take long. I have to talk to you about something.”

  Dread curled in Olivia’s stomach. She curled her fingers tightly around the steering wheel and mentally scolded herself for answering her ex-boyfriend’s call. It would only end in a fight and it was the last thing she wanted to deal with on a hot afternoon.“I already know what this is about.”

  “And?”

  The hopeful tone in Jack’s voice tugged on her heart strings. It was never easy moving on from someone. That’s what Olivia told herself over and over at least. It was normal to still feel something for someone when you had been with them for four years and answering their calls were second nature. Even after finding out that they had cheated.

  Olivia’s resolve hardened at the last thought. “The answer is still no, Jack. I can’t get back with you. Not after what you did.”

  “So, that’s it. This is how you are going to
be then?”

  She felt the fire of her own temper flickering. She was exhausted from the constant phone calls and emotional pleas to come back.

  “Yes. That is exactly how I am going to be. Don’t turn it around on me because you are the one that cheated on your little road trip.”

  Jack sighed heavily into the phone. “You’re impossible. I already told you I was drunk and it wouldn’t have happened if I was sober.”

  “I guess that’s a mistake you’ll have to learn from.” Olivia snapped. That excuse, like the other ones, surfaced often.

  “How could I learn from it when you won’t let it go? You just hold things over people’s head all the time.” Jack retorted.

  Olivia parked in a spot in front of the town hall. She spotted John on the stone steps leading up to the brick building and turned her head the other way so he wouldn’t see the tears now surfacing in her eyes.

  “I’m not doing this with you. I have to work. Goodbye.”

  She hung up before he could respond. Sucking in a calming breath, Olivia wiped her eyes dry and checked her make up for any smudges. John raised an eyebrow when she walked up the steps towards him. “What’s with the red eyes? They better be from allergies. I know this town voted yes on pot being legal, but I don’t tolerate stoners.”

  Olivia laughed despite the anger coursing through her. “Do you honestly think I would be a stoner? I can barely handle a glass of wine.”

  “That’s because you barely have any meat on those bones.” John said. His eyes softened slightly then. “You really need to take care of yourself Olivia in all honesty. You matter too. Don’t let that asshole push you around. You’re an amazing woman and he’s missing out. Anybody would be lucky to be with you.”

  A tremulous smile spread across Olivia’s lips and more tears surfaced. As hard headed and brash John could be he had his moments of tenderness.

  “Thanks, John.”

  “Yep. Now let’s go in there and argue against these people.”

  He patted her awkwardly on the curve of her shoulder before walking up the steps with surprising grace for a big man. Olivia followed alongside of him with her thoughts straying back to the dark haired woman in the parking lot.

  CHAPTER 2

  The fabric of Olivia’s work out attire felt uncomfortably tight against her legs. Not to mention the new under armor sports bra she purchased that pushed her breasts upwards.

  She noticed all of this when Bruce’s eyes dipped down to various places on her body and her skin crawled.

  Bruce, in Olivia’s opinion, was a middle aged man going through a mid life crisis. His skin was tough from tanning and looked extremely awkward in his grey short shorts and loose muscle tee. His wife, Macy, was a physically fit blonde that any man would leave his marriage for and close to Olivia’s age. Her wide blue eyes sparkled as she sat in the chair alongside Bruce, manicured toes swinging a flip flop back and forth.

  “You liking the gym so far?” Bruce asked.

  He grinned, revealing cigarette stained teeth that added to the disgusting list Olivia created inside of her mind. Olivia forced a smile on her face and directed the conversation to what needed to be asked.

  “I haven’t tried it yet, but I will afterwards. How are you feeling financial wise? Business wise?”

  “Better than good. Between purchasing all the equipment, hiring trainers, and setting up classes we’ve had a hearty pay check.”

  Obviously, Olivia thought, glancing at the large diamond ring glinting on Macy’s wedding finger. She cleared her throat and continued on. “How do you feel about the purposed recreational center coming in?”

  Irritation flickered in Bruce’s eyes. “Good luck passing that here in Springs. Have you heard of how they plan to pay for it? Increase in sales tax. Pah!” He spat out, slamming his palm down on the table. “I think they are in a world of disappointment. At least with my gym I took out a bank loan instead increasing the sales tax.”

  “It’s always been a dream of mine to own a gym.” Macy said. “I told him it’s what Springs need! A good place to keep kids out of trouble.”

  It wasn’t necessarily a secret that the teenagers of Springs got into more trouble as the years went by. Olivia doubted a gym would fix the problem, but nodded her head in understanding and clicked the recorder off.“Well,” she said, standing up from her chair, “I better get to working out. It’s been a pleasure, both of you.”

  Bruce shook her hand firmly. “If you have any other questions let me know. Please enjoy the facility! Take a class. Hire a personal trainer. We have five of them lingering around here somewhere.”

  “Will do.”

  Olivia hurried out of the cramped office that smelt of sweat in all the wrong places. She walked between the machines and settled on a treadmill. Six o’clock at night the gym was packed full with every age group. Trainers, or what Olivia assumed them to be from their purple shirts and tank tops that said TRAINER in gold, hung about the gym with individuals or with groups of people.

  Her eyes focused on the woman who parked in front of her yesterday afternoon. She wore a purple shirt that said Trainer as well and spandex shorts that hugged her curves in all the right places with bright blue nike shoes. Her startling jet black hair was pulled up into a high pony tail and the ends swayed at the middle of her back whenever she moved about gracefully. She counted reps to a group of middle aged women doing crunches, walking casually between them. When she leant forward to push down on a woman’s stomach Olivia’s eyes were immediately drawn to the perfect curves of her buttocks.

  “Olivia?”

  She yelped in surprise and somehow by miracle caught herself before slipping off the treadmill. Darcie Taylor, her best friend since ten years old, stood on the tread mill next to hers in her own workout attire.

  “Holy hell, Darcie! Where did you come from? Don’t sneak up on people like!”

  Darcie arched a blonde eyebrow elegantly. “I didn’t sneak up on you. I said your name like five times. Since when do you work out?”

  “Since now. I’m doing research.”

  “By staring at that woman?”

  The center of Olivia’s cheeks flared hotly. She slipped off the treadmill, ready to flee before Darcie exaggerated things even further.

  “I wasn’t staring at anyone.” Olivia said, tightly. “I was just thinking of where I could buy shorts like that. Do you think they sell them at the mall?”

  The distraction worked perfectly like Olivia knew it would. Darcie’s green eyes lit up at the mention of the mall and the prospect of shopping. The two women exited the gym together and out into the evening.

  “So,” Darcie said, pausing behind her car, “I’m having a party Friday night. You are coming right?”

  Olivia grimaced at the thought. Even in college she hadn’t been a fan of loud music and alcohol. She was too much of a lightweight to enjoy a glass of wine. Knowing Darcie’s popularity within Springs and the surrounding towns there would be tons of both.

  “I don’t know. I may be working-”

  Darcie’s face fell. “Come on, Olive. We haven’t hung out in forever. You’ve been so busy with your job and I’ve been busy with mine. I feel like we are total strangers. I didn’t even know you were working out and I love to work out.”

  “I’m sorry, I really am.” Olivia said, and really was. “You know me. I’ve been always been a bit of a recluse. I’ll try. If not, I’m coming to the gym three times a week.”

  “Fine, deal. There’ll be tons of good looking men there. Or, wait.” She paused, frowning deeply for a moment. “Should I invite women from the way you were staring at that trainer?”

  Olivia reached out to playfully smack her, but Darcie danced out of reach lithely and laughed.

  “You’re horrible sometimes.” She said, shaking her head. “I swear, your mouth has no filter.”

  “It’s a packaged deal. My friendship includes no filter.”

  “So I’ve noticed.”

  T
hey hugged each other goodbye as Darcie slid her own petite frame into the driver’s seat of her car. She waved goodbye again before heading towards her own car and the hairs on her arms stood on edge suddenly as the sensation of being watched filled her.

  Olivia turned around in time to see the same dark haired woman turning away quickly from the large windows lining the front of the gym. She tensed in surprise. Had she been watching her too?

  CHAPTER 3

  The dark haired woman’s name was Gracelynn Hughes, but everyone in the gym called her Gracie for short or Coach in jest. Her reputation as a trainer was well established; physically tough, but sweet and caring.

  “Are you sure you want her?” The girl behind the counter asked. “I mean, she’s really tough on her clients.”

  “Are you saying I can’t handle it?” Olivia asked, arching an eyebrow at freckled girl. She handed over the paperwork and shouldered the strap of her duffle bag.

  The girl visibly blanched. “No, I-I didn’t mean that. I’ll file the paper work and you can introduce yourself to Gracie.”

  Olivia locked her purse and bag in the locker room before standing in front of the mirror. Her tan had faded a little bit from the lack of time to sit outside and tan while reading a book. She was in desperate need of some toning up, her thighs flabby and arm muscles weak. The curls of her auburn hair were a bit frizzy from the rainstorm raging outside and pulled them up in a messy bun to keep it out of her face.