He chuckles, and I can’t hold back the question, “What’s so funny?”
“You work at a golf course, Paloma.” He laughs a bit harder, and I do my best to hold back the crack of a smile wanting to tug at my lips.
“I workata golf club,” I snark, wanting it to be clear where I stand. “On a golf course, instead ofinan air conditioned building. Sweating was not on my agenda today.”
“Po-tay-to, po-tah-to,” he says, tossing the club up and catching it higher on the neck.
“Isn’t it to-may-to, to-mah-to?” I argue.
Clinton shakes his head gently and widens his stance before taking a swing at the grass. He said he wanted to practice his swing a bit today since there aren’t any golfers on the schedule for instruction. I take themoment to peer at my phone, and I see a message from my best friend.
Cass
How’s the day with the golfer?
I looked him up.
That man is fine as fuck.
Definitely zaddy material.
Paloma
It’s fine.
He is so damn hot but so is being outside.
Girl, I’m sweating in places I shouldn’t.
Cass
Yeah, well, be nice.
And make sure you tell me if anything, you know…
Happens.
Paloma
Nothing is going to happen.
This is strictly professional.
Cass
Mmhm sure.
When I look back up from my texts Clinton is staring at me. “Glen may have mentioned you needed to learn the terminology and rules of the game. And I may have mentioned I didn’t mind helping you. I just didn’t know he would do something this drastic,” he says, as if this wasn’t his master plan all along.
“So this is your fault?” I retort and watch how his forearms flex when he grips the neck of the club again.
“Are you going to argue with me or get over here so I can explain why the shaft is so important.”
Did I just black out and wake up in a perfect dream? I look to the left and right of me. Well, air conditioning would make this perfect. I blink hard and stare at him. “Yourshaft?”
“No,theshaft. Come see.” His gaze sears through me and then he points to the neck of the golf club. “This is called the shaft. It connects the head and the grip of the club. It’s responsible for all the energy transferred from your swing and affects the speed of the ball, as well as the accuracy of where the ball lands.”
That’s a whole lot of golf mumbo jumbo, but somehow coming out of his mouth, I actually understand it. Still, he knew exactly what he was doing. I glare at him and playfully put my hand on my now popped out hip. “You know what you said. You’re such a flirt.”
