Chapter Thirteen
Joel
I knew she’d like that one.
Her exasperated smile, and shaking of the head, didn’t fool me.
“Shall we?” I held out my hand, hoping she would accept the gesture. She did. I mentally patted myself on the back for the little victory.
We walked out of her apartment after she locked the door, and then she laughed, seeing my truck.
“You’re trying not to attract people’s attention, but you pick me up in this?” I looked at my candy apple red 1954 Chevy truck that Killian delivered to me a few months ago.
“Lots of people have classic cars,” I defended and opened the door for her. I was a gentleman sometimes, after all.
Money or no money, I always had a love of cars. Fast cars, unique cars, trucks, I liked them all. Now I was just able to collect them. I never let them sit in my big garage for too long, so it was this girl’s turn to come out and play.
The drive over to our mystery date was easy. I didn’t wanna come on strong so I asked her about simple things. Mostly her son. Mothers loved to talk about their kids. My mom would never shut up about her 3 spawns. I really like watching the way her face lit up when she talked about him, and as far as I can see, besides the normal teenage boy stuff, he was a really good kid.
Seemed cool when I chatted with him. I had no issues with kids at all. One day when I wanted to slow down from filming I would want my own. I figured a lot of women around thirty already were divorced or had a kid or two of their own, which I was fine with.
When we pulled in to the parking lot, I saw her eyes light up. She tried to hide her excitement. It was cute. I could see the young woman inside of her that she didn’t really get to be, having a child so young.
“Ever been?” I hopped out of the truck and went to open her door. Honestly, I was a little surprised she waited for me to open it.
“Jenson had his tenth birthday party here.”
I placed her hand in mine, and she didn’t pull away. Together, like a normal couple, we walked together into The Zone. We were going to do it all: bowling, the ninja course, bumper boats, mini golf, the whole works. Our inner teenagers were going to come out tonight. It was the perfect way to get her walls down enough to see the woman she really was.
“What do you wanna do first?” I was leaving it all up to her.
“Maybe I should have had a margarita before this,” she mumbled, seeing all the teens running around everywhere. There were some adults like us, too, on a date as well, so we weren’t total creepers. I just looked at her, waiting for her choice.
“Um, let’s do mini-golf. Warm up the fun before we do the heavy hitters.” Mini-golf it was. I got us one round of eighteen holes and grabbed the little card and pencil. We both picked out our clubs, and balls. Hers was pink and mine was blue. I knew she was expecting a blue balls joke, and so I wouldn’t disappoint her. To my credit, I only did one.
She went first, naturally, and I stared at her ass as she bent down to place the ball in its spot and lined her club up. Ass sticking out while she concentrated, it was very distracting for me.
She hit the little ball and it bounced around. She sucked, which made me snicker.
“Yeah, yeah.” She walked down and tried again. Two more times then it finally went in the little hole.
“Let’s see you do better.” I kinda felt bad for the girl; there really wasn’t much I wasn’t good at. I was one of those people who were naturally good at most things, and the things I wasn’t good at, I learned. Golf was a learned sport. When directors wanted to take you golfing because that’s what they like to do, you learn to golf.
I bent over like her, shoving my own denim-clad ass out, which made her laugh. I lined up the club.
Hole in one.
She huffed and walked over to the next hole. After grabbing my ball, I wrote down our points and followed suit.
Six holes later she was all riled up and losing the game. The competitive side of her had come out, and I found it undeniably sexy.
I’d had a hard-on since she started cursing in Portuguese on hole three. But despite the added discomfort in my jeans, I was still whipping her ass, and she was not liking it. In a cute way.
“Here, let me help you, crazy.” My arms wrapped around her and held the club with her hands.
“I’m going to pretend you don’t have your dick on my ass in front of all these people,” she whispered, and I chuckled.
“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” I moved our hands together, and whispered encouraging words in her ear. I may or may not have also enjoyed the hell out of being so close to her, getting to hold her, smelling her hair. Classic move to get close, teaching her something.
