A Date to Play Fore - Heidi McLaughlin Page 0,1
her type is. Any other guy would take the hint, except she will spend all night watching me, and oddly I’m okay with it. If she wants to play the staring game, I’m in.
“Why are you down here? It’s hotter than hell outside right now?”
I nod in the direction of Leah, who is taking her sweet time turning around. Her long deep mahogany hair moves from side-to-side as she shakes the water out. “Turn around,” I mutter.
Eli does and shakes his head when he sees Leah. “You’re an idiot, Greyson.”
I can’t help but smile. “That I am, Eli. That. I. Am.”
Finally, Leah turns and shows me—because I’m the only one who matters—the barely there red triangles covering her voluptuous breasts. I hold my hand up, trying to gauge the overflow of her tit in my hand.
“You only want her because you can’t have her.”
That’s what makes it fun. “Maybe. Maybe not. She’s gorgeous.”
“She’s . . .” Eli points across the pool at Leah, “a bitch. How many times has she turned you down?”
I hold both hands up and put a finger down for each time. After I get to ten, I shrug. “Doesn’t matter. She will say yes, eventually.”
Eli laughs. I would as well, but I’m afraid he’s right. She’ll never go out with me, but it isn’t for a lack of trying on my part. I continue to watch her, while Eli scrolls through his phone. He’s yammering on about his date from last night and how she screamed too much.
I pat him on the shoulder. “Maybe that was her way of telling you to go faster so she could get the hell out of there.” Two can play his little game.
He smirks. “Are you jealous?”
Slowly, I shake my head back and forth. “Not even in the slightest. As soon as I walked into the bar, I knew she was a putt fuck. Her and her friends had one mission and you walked right into their sand trap.”
“At least I’m getting use out of that king size bed.”
He’s right. “Next time I’m putting you up in the no-tell motel where you put a quarter in the bed to make it shake.”
Eli bursts out laughing. “Dude, sign me up.” He holds his phone out for me and shows me a picture of twin blondes. “They’re looking for a good time,” he says as the takes his phone back. “Willing to play together,” he reads from their bio.
“A foursome is only my thing on the course. Besides, the thought of seeing your nasty ass balls makes my stomach roll.”
Leah finally lays down on her lounger and looks in my direction, at least I’m assuming so. I need something to stroke my ego. I stand and pull my shirt off, making sure to pull from behind. According to the internet and all the romance books my sister reads, this is how women like it done, and I’m here to please all the women. I walk to the end of the pool, adjust my shorts and dive in. The water feels amazing.
When I surface, I swim to the side where Leah is, and slowly climb the ladder. The lady across from me pulls her sunglasses down a tad and watches my every move. I tilt my head back and shake my hair, making sure to flex for my audience. As much as I don’t want to look in Leah’s direction, I do it anyway. Unfortunately, she’s not looking at me. The woman in front of me swings her legs around, like she’s in some commercial and slips into a pair of high heels. Who in the hell wears high heels to the pool? When she stands and stalks toward me, I dive back into the pool, this time coming up more toward Leah’s area.
Before the water clears from my eyes, I can hear her sing song voice. “If you splash me, I’ll kill you.”
I smile as I focus on her. “What makes you think I’d so something like that?”
Woohoo, she’s talking to me!
Her lips purse. “Because you’re like the annoying neighbor kid who can’t take no for an answer.”
I set my arms on the hot concrete and hold myself there. “I don’t like the word no.”
“Clearly.” Leah sits up and puts her sunglasses on top of her head. “What are you doing here, Greyson?”
I look around, wondering what sort of hidden meaning her question could have. “Swimming?”
She rolls her eyes. “Not in the pool, but here, at the resort. Why are you here?”
“Vacation?”
“So,