Page 53 of The Other Plan

She sucked her lip between her teeth, and I had a little flashback of when I’d sucked it between mine last night.

“I just think... we shouldn’t have done that.”

“Oh, I see.” I clucked my cheek. “You didn’t want to sleep with me?”

With a sigh, she shook her head. “It’s not that I didn’t want to sleep with you. I did. It’s just that we shouldn’t. It only confuses things more. I just had a—”

“A momentary lapse of concentration?” I joked. “Because damn girl, that was one serious lapse in thinking for an hour and a half. If your brain shut down for that long, I think we need to get you an MRI this afternoon.”

A soft laugh passed her lips as she palmed her face. “Would you shut up about that? And yeah. That’s exactly what it was. I just forgot for an hour that—”

“Hour and a half.”

She rolled her eyes. “For an hour and a half, that this thing between us can’t happen. It’s too complicated, and we have to put a stop to it before it gets any harder.”

“I thought you liked it hard.” I glanced over and smirked. “Well, at least you did last night.”

“Carter!” she scolded, then dissolved into laughter. “You’re going to torture me all day, aren’t you?”

I pulled the cart up next to Eric’s and hopped out. I placed my hands on the roof of the cart and leaned down, leveling her with my mischievous glare. “Yup.”

I heard her groan as I stood and walked over to Eric and Cameron.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

JENNA

As I gripped my club and rocked it back and forth in the air to warm up, Carter walked up behind me. My eyes closed for a beat, feeling his body edging closer to mine.

“I like your skirt,” he whispered. “You look good in pink.”

I turned around to face him, arching an eyebrow as I glanced down at his ridiculous pants. “That makes one of us.”

“What? You don’t like my pink pants?” He faked hurt and clutched his chest.

“Not the best look on you, if I’m being honest. Pink just really isn’t your color.”

He crossed his arms over his broad chest. “I’m secure enough in my masculinity to wear pink.”

I jutted a finger at his torso. “There’s nothing masculine about that vest.”

“Yeah?” He glanced down. “Well, it may not be the manliest vest around, but it still looks good when I do this.” He tightened his pecs beneath his crossed arms, and they bulged in succession as he flexed them.

My lips parted as the moisture departed my mouth.

So hot.

“See. Masculine.” He finished with a face-splitting grin.

Already feeling my resolve slipping while I stared at the pure perfection smiling back at me, I spun back around and went back to working on my swing.

“Looking good, girl!” Cameron called over from where he stood with Eric, getting tips on his stance. “Eric is teaching me how to kick ass at this!”

“Yeah,” Eric added. “Carter, you should give Jenna some tips since she’s a beginner.”

“I’m fine,” I quickly spit out, not wanting Carter any closer to me.

“Actually,” Carter added, “your stance isn’t that great. You should widen it a little when you’re going to drive. Just spread your legs a little bit.”