Cranking up the speed of the treadmill, Randy let out a heavy sigh. All of a sudden the gym just wasn't the same without her. There was something about the fact that she didn't put up with his bullshit that attracted him. He had never met a woman that could resist his boyish charms…and for once he was faced with a challenge.
Deciding that he needed to go a step further, Randy slowed down the treadmill as the grin on his face grew. He knew just the thing that would make it all worth while. Making his way over to the front, Randy leaned against the desk with a smug grin on his face.
Thankfully, it was the pretty blonde behind it this morning. He had seen the way she always stared at him in the morning. Hell, he had even caught her walking through the gym just to get a glimpse of him working out. Things were definitely going to be easier than anticipated. "Hey…Morgan." Randy smiled, reading the name on her tag. "How are you this morning."
"I'm fine Mr. Orton, and how about yourself?" Morgan giggled, flipping her board straight blonde hair to the side and flashing him a row of bleached white teeth. Randy had to restrain himself from rolling his eyes with the realization that at one time he found her type to be attractive.
"Please, Morgan baby, just call me Randy." Randy tried his best to offer his sweetest smile. Reaching across, he brushed a stray clump of hair out of her face and behind her ear. "Mr. Orton makes me seem so…"
"Old?" Morgan finished.
Randy nodded. It had been exactly what he was thinking. "You're a smart girl Morgan. I like the way you finished off my sentence there, it was…"
"Cute." Randy pointed a finger at her indicating that she was shooting two for two. "Done your workout already Randy?"
"Nah, haven't even really broke out a sweat yet. I mean, I haven't even given you the chance to check me out working my washboard abs. I'd hate for you not to get the chance." Randy assured her. Oh he knew, it was hard not to. He saw the way she'd always stare at him, or send a flirtatious smile his way. "Actually, there's something pulling at my mind that won't let me concentrate and I was hoping that you'd be able to help me out."
The smile on Morgan's face grew as she adjusted herself on her chair. "Anything for you Randy. What can I do?"
"Well, the other day there was a bit of an accident here. One of the members dropped a weight on her foot and hasn't been back since. I wanted to know if she was alright…"
"You mean Kelly?"
"Ahh." Randy hesitated for a moment. "To be honest I have no idea what her name is."
Morgan chuckled. "The redhead that seems to be yelling at you all the time?"
Randy nodded. "Yeah, that would be the one. Noticed did ya?"
"I can't understand what her problem is. You're just trying to be nice, and then she had to go bite your head off for it." Morgan assured Randy. He laughed at the tone of voice she carried when she mentioned her. "That would be Kelly Boyd. Resident bitch of the place."
So she didn't just act that way with Randy. "She hasn't been in the last few days has she?"
"I don't think so. Hoping that she started coming in at a different time?"
Randy sighed. "I'm not sure."
"Well I wouldn't be too disappointed if I were you. I've seen the way that she treats people around here. I don't understand what makes her think that she can treat the other customers like dirt beneath her feet. It's no wonder we see her drinking at bars all alone half the time we go out."
"Yeah…" Randy had stopped listening to Morgan a while ago. He was more worried about how he could get a hold of Kelley and find out what had happened. He didn't feel right trying to get her personal information from Kelly, and doubted that he would be able to in the first place. Despite how much of an air head Morgan could be at times, she was also serious about her job.
"Hey Morgan?"
"Yes?"
"You don't happen to have a phonebook do you?" He knew her name, and knew that she lived within the city limits. Her number had to be in the phonebook somewhere. Morgan looked up a little confused. "I need to find the phone number for a restaurant." He quickly lied.
Morgan nodded, and reached into one of the desk drawers. "Just bring it back to me when you're done."
Deceptive-Innocence: I added your question to the chapter. Hope it helps. And as for Randy…no.
Devil on the Run: You may have mentioned your love for it once or twice, but I don't mind.
Kim: Glad to hear that you enjoy it so much. Hope you like the update just as much.
