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“She’s a family friend,” I said. “One of Lily’s friends.”
“So?” Jeff asked. “She can still be fucked.”
I was suddenly irritated. Scarlett wasn’t just some woman Jeff could drool over for the night.
“There are so many women out there,” I pointed out. “If I feel like fucking, I have an unlimited selection.”
Jeff chuckled. “Glad you see it my way. But there’s nothing wrong with getting into this one’s pants, too.”
I shook my head. “It wasn’t like that. She’s been asking me for a job.”
It would be good to stick to the same story we’d told Lily, in case word got out. Consistency was good.
Not that Jeff would remember shit about the women he’d been with once it was over. He knew who he’d fucked so he would never do the same girl twice, but other than that, all information was irrelevant.
I positioned myself behind the ball and lifted my club. I swung, letting the club follow through in an arc. The ball flew across the fairway and landed close to the green.
“Fuck you, man,” Jeff said. “You’ve always been better at this.”
We packed our clubs and started walking, following the path our balls had taken. What was the fucking point of this game again?
“Okay, so I’ll give her a job,” Jeff said as we walked.
I glanced at him. “What now?”
“You said she wanted a job. I need a new secretary. The one I had left because I wouldn’t fuck her again or some shit. Some women are so needy.”
I shook my head. “You and I both know that’s not happening.”
Jeff stopped and frowned at me. “You her guardian or something?” he asked. “I’m offering to employ her. That’s what she wanted, right?”
I cleared my throat. “She has a Master’s degree. The position won’t suit her. You got anything better than that?”
I prayed he didn’t. Jeff thought about it.
“Nah,” he said. “I don’t employ women for anything bigger than a secretary, anyway. Women shouldn’t be allowed in the workplace. They’re good for a few things, but business isn’t one of them. Know what I mean?”
He grinned at me, and I chuckled, even though the bastard wasn’t funny. Now wasn’t the time to question his sexism. I wanted him to keep his paws off Scarlett. I wanted him to get the idea of her out of his head.
“You’re very protective of her,” Jeff said again.
I shook my head. “She means a lot to my daughter.”
Jeff nodded slowly, and I didn’t know if he bought it.
“So, did you go home with anyone last night?” I asked. A sure-fire way to change the topic was to ask him about himself. The only thing Jeff loved more than pussy was himself. If he could talk about it, it made him happy.
“You know it,” Jeff said, grinning. We found his ball, and he positioned himself again, glancing in the direction he wanted to go. “There’s no way I’m going home without a woman with that many honeys around.”
I watched him swing. It was a little better this time, closer to mine.
“This is bullshit,” Jeff said. “Why do I let you talk me into playing? I hate this game.”
“So, you can tell me about the women you fuck,” I said.
Jeff grinned at me, and we walked toward my ball.
“You should have seen her, man. She looked like a Playboy Bunny. I should have dressed her up as one before I stripped her down again. But there hadn’t been time for that, exactly. God, she’d been eager, biting my earlobes in the cab.”
