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“Like what you see?” Greyson grins when he finds me not so secretly worshipping his body.
It’s refreshing to see this relaxed side of him. “Ehh. You’re average,” I joke as he draws his attention back to the ball. My gaze falls to his steady hands gripping the club. I wonder what those hands would feel like roaming over my body.
His ball sails past the hole. “I’m more than average, Blaze,” he retorts.
“Blaze?” I ask, as I step up to putt.
“With the red hair and firecracker personality, it seems like the perfect name for you.”
Blaze. I like that.
I line my club up with the ball and pull my concentration in from his sexy, distracting voice. I need to score a hole in one to ensure a victory. If not, he could make a comeback. I swing and my ball rolls directly between the green alien’s legs to drop straight into the hole.
I drop my club and run into Greyson’s arms. “A hole in one! I win, baby!” I squeal into his ear as he lifts me off the ground. His large hand grips me beneath my ass and I wrap my legs around his waist. I shift back so I can look into his mesmerizing blue eyes.
“You just got lucky.”
The movement draws my attention to his full, red lips. His hand forcefully grips the back of my neck, pulling me closer. I smash my lips against his. His kiss is demanding, like he wants all of my attention. He slips his tongue into my mouth, causing electricity to rush through my body.
He’s kissing me like he’s making up for lost time.
I arch my back, pushing my core against him. I can feel his erection trying to escape his jeans, and the feel of his body causes me to forget where we are.
“Blaze,” he pants. The sound of that goofy nickname he gave me yanks me back to reality.
I suddenly pull back. “Shit. We’re in public,” I hiss.
He sets me back down on my feet, but I can’t take my eyes off of him. He stares right back at me.
A relieved smile appears on my face. “Let’s go, loser.” I set our clubs and balls in the return bin as we head out of the putt putt area.
Greyson places his hand on the small of my back as we walk to his car. “I’m starting to think you cheated.”
“You’re just mad that you lost, Greyson.”
The look in his eye turns serious. “I willalwaysfind a way to win what I want.”
Fifteen
It’s been nine days, three dates, six phone calls, and thirty-seven texts since I told Greyson about the guys. Not that I’m keeping track or anything, I’m not a psycho stalker like that.
On one of our dates over the last nine days, we decided to get breakfast before work. Greyson met me at one of my favorite places, Hal’s Diner. A place where you can get endless pancakes and bacon for only ten dollars. What he didn’t realize is how seriously I take my endless pancakes, so it turned into an eating competition between us.
“I betyou’re all talk and no game, Vanderhall. Why don’t you put your money where your mouth is?” Greyson teasingly says as I order the endless breakfast.
“Can’t handle a little competition, Nash? You have to resort to trash-talking to make yourself feel better, how cute. It’s okay if you want to take the loss now, I won’t hold it against you.” My smile is mischievous as I egg him on.
“I never lose, but why don’t we up the stakes?”
“Hmm, I like the sound of that. What do you have in mind?”
“If I win, you have to drink this entire container of syrup.” His eager smile makes me giggle.
“Okay, but if I win, you have to serenade Hal in front of the entire diner. Sound fair?”
“Deal.” Greyson cockily agrees.
The moment our plates arrive, we have Hal on standby to keep a tally of how many pancakes we each eat. Five plates and twenty-five pancakes later, this girl is the winner. Greyson’s jaw practically drops as he watches me consume the last pancake. He can’t even get through two of the pancakes on his fifth plate.
