Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 79147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“Tops,” he replies.
“Cool. I’ll just grab a magazine and chill for a bit.”
I sit on a sofa by the entrance and grab a magazine off the coffee table, scanning through the different tattooed hotties on the pages.
“This must be Hayden,” I hear as I turn and see a man walk in, and he doesn’t even need to say anything. A bit of a giant with a warm smile and friendly eyes, I know who this has to be.
I stand and extend my hand. “You must be Doc,” I say.
He refuses my hand and comes in for a hug, pulling me close.
“Any friend of Cody’s is a friend of mine,” he says before releasing me and scanning me up and down. “Well, I would say he’s a little more than cute.”
He turns to Cody, who rolls his eyes.
“Oh, really?” I ask. “Am I just cute?”
“You’re more than cute,” the guy he’s inking adds.
“Thank you.”
Cody smiles. “I don’t know how I feel about all of you ganging up on me now.”
“I guess he just likes ganging up on young, unsuspecting sailors,” I tell Doc.
“Yeah. He might have mentioned something about that,” Doc says, his smile suggesting just how much Cody’s told him. Cody asked before he shared with Doc, which I told him was fine as long as I could give the deets to Derek and Gary.
“Speaking of that sperm bank,” Doc says, turning to Cody. “When you finish up, can you check over my QuickBooks before I send the files over to that lame-ass accountant? I think I put everything in right, but I just want to make sure. Damn technology.”
“You should show Hayden while he’s here. He’s good with that kind of stuff. He helps his boss over at Mike’s with their paperwork.”
“I wouldn’t want to bother you,” Doc tells me.
“No. It’s really not a bother,” I say. “My friend Gary’s boyfriend has a massage clinic, and they’re set up as an LLC. I’ve been helping them with quarterly taxes recently, so I think I’m actually comfortable with that kind of stuff, as long as you don’t mind me seeing your numbers.”
Doc laughs. “Well, I’m not worried about you running off with my millions, so come on back.”
Cody winks at me before continuing his work on the guy in the chair.
I follow Doc into his office. He pulls up QuickBooks on his laptop, and I browse through some of his information.
“Yeah, this all looks good,” I tell him. “You should be able to send this on to your accountant without any issues. I assume you’re going to contribute some of this to your IRA for a bigger deduction once they come back with how much you owe?”
“Wait. How’s that?”
“Are you set up as an S-Corp?”
“Yes.”
“Then you can technically put some of that money you owe into your IRA without having to owe a lot of this to the man—if you know what I mean.”
“How’s that?”
I explain some of the ins and outs I’ve learned through my research for Travis’s massage clinic, pleased I can offer Cody’s boss something that will not only benefit his business but will help him with his retirement. As I’m finished explaining, I say, “I’m amazed your accountant didn’t tell you about this.”
“Right? I’ve been looking for a new guy. I did it on my own for years, but I figured if I got a professional, he’d be able to have tips like that to help me out, but I think we’re considered a small client for him, so he doesn’t do more than send over the files I get together for him. Kind of a big waste of money, really.”
“If you don’t mind, I can take a closer look at your QuickBooks and see if there are some other tricks you could be using to save some money here and there.”
“Oh, I couldn’t ask you to do that.”
“Yes, you could,” I hear behind me.
I turn to see Cody, his hands on either side of the doorframe as he pokes his head in. “Doc, you said you’ve been waiting for someone to give you some good advice on this stuff. And those accountants are charging you an arm and a leg. I wouldn’t let this one get away if I were you.”
He winks at Doc before Doc says, “I just don’t feel good about taking your help. How about I pay you for it?”
“I couldn’t.”
“You said you help out the manager at your store. What does he pay you?”
“Nothing really.”
“Then consider this your first paycheck for consulting. What if I gave you…say a hundred and thirty dollars…for you to look over and maybe help me find places where I could save some money? Then I can ask my accountant about it and get him on the same page with me. Sound reasonable?”
“More than reasonable.”
Holy shit. I can’t believe I’m going to be getting paid for doing something I love. This must be what Cody feels like every day.