I had quite the collection. Guardians of the Galaxy, Indiana Jones, Blade Runner, Back to the Future—all that shit. I actually had a blast turning my bland writing room into an author’s sanctuary. When I finished I looked at my watch and did a double take. It was 6:25 p.m.
I had to run or I was gonna be late for our date. I gave Bennett a loving pat on the head and was out the door. My entire way there I was beaming. I couldn’t wait to see her.
By the time I got there, the sun was almost down. There was a beautiful vanilla sky, like God himself had painted it just for us. Cheesy, I know, but I must admit the vanilla sky is my favorite sky. Full of pinks and creams. It really is quite the sight. No wonder Monet created a masterpiece from it.
I was pretty out of breath when I showed up. Mia was sitting on a bench under the huge Putt-Putt sign, which was lit up: Bobby’s Mini Golf.
She looked amazing. She was wearing a sexy black slip dress and Dr. Martens boots.
“Hey there, cowboy,” she said with that perfect smile, her lips a dark red color. Swear to God, she spent all her money on Fenty Beauty and Kylie Cosmetics.
“Hey there, Jessie,” I said, gesturing Wild West pistols with my fingers.
“Who the hell is Jessie?” She spit. “Some other bitch you fuckin’ on the side?”
“No, no!” I said, panicking. “I mean Jessie from Toy Story, you know? ’Cuz Woody, he meets Jessie when—”
“I’m totally fucking with you, Flynn! Haha, Jesus, man.”
Of course she is, I thought to myself. That’s why she was so awesome, Mia. Because of shit like that.
“Oh, haha. Yeah, totally. Anyway . . . ready to get beat?” I extended my hand and we made our way inside.
We had a blast. Though, to be completely honest, she kinda sorta severely kicked my ass. I had to get a new ball twice because I kept knocking it into the water traps. The windmills really fucked me up too. But Mia just laughed at me and gave me shit for it. On the second-to-last hole, she was setting up to putt, and as smooth as ice, I stepped behind her, grabbed her golf club, putting my hands over hers, and hugged her from behind. I nearly cracked up because the move was so cheesy, but I went through with it.
“Need some help with your game?” I asked, trying to be smooth. She smelled amazing.
“Oh, wait a minute,” she said. “Um, I may be mistaken, but . . . wasn’t it I who was kicking your ass?” She giggled and gave me a big smile, leaving me weak. “You know,” she said, “if I wanted to, I could totally kick your ass from this position.”
“Uuuhhh, haha . . . what?” I said, tightening my grip on her body just slightly.
“Well, my self-defense teacher—”
“You take a self-defense class?” I asked, intrigued.
“Well, yeah. How else am I supposed to fight off all the hot guys constantly coming on to me?”
“Uh . . .”
“I’m joking, Flynn! Jeez.”
“Oh, right. Yeah, totally.”
“You’re such a nerd,” she said, chuckling. “It’s true. My defense teacher showed me how to fuck somebody up when they are constraining you from behind.”
“Okay, I’m curious. What do you do?”
“Okay, so hold me tight,” she said, grabbing my hands. The golf club fell to the ground. She placed my hands around her toned stomach. “Tighter, lover boy . . . not scared, are you?” she said, then giggled again. Her ass was at my waist.
Shit, I thought to myself. She’s so amazing.
“I’ll show you scared,” I joked. With my left hand still holding her stomach, I brought my right hand to her throat in a playful, pretend choke.
“Oh, now you’re talking, Daddy.” Whoa, damn. I’d never had a girl talk to me like this. Certainly not on a Putt-Putt course.
“Jeez, girl . . . you’re kind of a freak, huh?”
“Maybe just a little one,” she said, gripping my hand around her neck. “Punish me, Daddy, I’ve been bad.”
“Uuhhmmm . . . ,” I mumbled, not sure what to say.
“Now,” she continued. “Mug me.”
“What? What do you mean?” I asked.
“I don’t know, man. Pretend you’re mugging me . . . what would you say?”
“Hey, bitch!”
“Haha, nice.” She laughed. “Keep going!”
“Gimme all your fuckin’ money!!”
“CRUNCH TIME!” Mia screamed as loud as she could. She raised her knee high into her chest and slammed the heel of her boot