Page 13 of The Sweet Spot

I put the visor on and am speechless.

I’m a professional athlete with sponsors and am considered my own brand, so why am I wearing a skirt with a fish mouth sitting over my cooch? Because the sponsors told me to, and I honor my obligations even when they involve looking like a walking piece of stadium merchandise.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Whit? You're going to have to come out some time,” Jess says from the other side of the changing room.

I sigh. She's right, so I accept my fate and open the door.

Her face says it all.

Her jaw is dropped, her eyes are wide, and she can’t get a word out.

“Wow,” she says after an awkwardly long silence. Then she steps into the room, wraps her arm over my shoulder, and takes us in from the mirror.

“You look amazing, Whit.” Her voice sounds genuine, but I’m not stupid.

I glance at her outfit and then at mine.

“How did you get the small embroidered fish?”

She’s wearing the exact outfit I requested.

Jess shrugs. “I emailed the coordinator and asked for it.”

“So did I.”

She forces back a smile as she gestures to the fish adorning my groin.

“I think we can all agree that only Whit Marlow can pull off an outfit like this.”

She takes in my scowl, and that’s when she can’t hold back anymore, and bursts out laughing.

“I look ridiculous.”

“No. You looked ridiculous when you wore a bikini to play golf. Today, you look like a woman who is about to spend two days on a golf course with a man who can pick her up with one arm.” She shivers. “Imagine what else he can do with those muscles.”

“No thanks.” I curl my lip, pretending it’s not something I’ve been thinking about since he wrapped his sweaty arm around me yesterday.

I hate, hate, hate myself for finding it so hot.

I need to stay professional and, more importantly, I need to win.

Jess barks out a laugh. “Oh, please. You can try to deny it all you want, but there is so much tension between you, I can’t wait to see what happens when you’re left alone in a golf cart.”

She wiggles her brows. I groan.

“We aren’t going to be left alone. Graham, my caddy, and JB’s caddy will be there too.”

She snorts. “Guess you didn’t read the full briefing packet. They want you and JB in the same cart for pictures.”

“More? They want more pictures of me and JB? Have they not got enough?!”

“Oh, babe. No one can ever get enough pictures of you. Especially when you’re partnered with a guy who gives off obsessed-crush vibes while you act like you have a stick up your ass.”

I pull out of my friend’s hold and look straight at her while flailing my arms around. “Can’t you pretend to have some sexual tension with Max to give me a break? He’s tall. You like tall.”

She raises a brow.