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“Then it’s a date, assumingyou’refree?”
All eyes turned to Montez.
“I sure am.”
“Excellent! I hope you’re halfway decent. I prefer a challenge.”
“You won’t be disappointed. I’ll make you wish you hadn’t invited me.”
Mark chuckled. “That’s what I like to hear.”
Ethel shook her head, but her faint smile indicated she secretly liked her husband’s behavior. “I guess we’ll see if those lessons paid off.”
10
Once in the car, Desiree turned in the seat to face Montez.
“Oh my god, I can’t believe he asked you to go golfing with him! I’m sorry about that.” Mark had damn near fallen in love with Montez, drawing him into conversation several times. She hadnotseen that coming. Not that she could blame the man.
“The invitation surprised me too.” He started the SUV.
“You do know this isn’t simply a golf game. It’s another way for him to determine who he wants to put in the role of senior vice president of marketing. That’s why he also invited me and Royce.”
“I know.” He backed out of the driveway.
“Which means you’ll have to pretend to be my boyfriend again, and we only agreed to one time—tonight.”
“Well, plans have changed.” He shrugged.
“You’re not upset?”
“Why should I be? If anyone should be upset, it’s you. You’re the one paying.”
True enough, she’d have to shell out more money, but that was the least of her worries. “I don’t care about the money.”
“Okay, Big Dollar.”
She let out a little laugh. “What I mean is, I’m more worried about whether you can play golf. Can you really play?”
“Can I really play?” Montez snorted and made a hard left around a corner. “I play almost every weekend. I’ll whoop his ass.”
“You cannot whoop his ass! This is my boss you’re talking about. You need to throw the game.”
“What?” He shot an incredulous glance in her direction.
“I’m serious, Montez. You can’t beat him. He’s a sore loser, and that would only hurtmeif my boyfriend ends up beating my boss. Think about it.”
“Come on now, I’ve never thrown a game of anything, much less golf. Frankly, no real man wants to win that way because it’s not really winning.”
She tried not to sound panicked and spoke to him in a calm voice. “Whatever ideas you have about real men, please toss them out the window and remember this isn’t one of your boys. This is the head of a multi-million dollar clothing company, and I’m trying to impress him so he’ll give me a promotion. Please set your pride aside, and if he sucks, let him win.”
“What if he’s really bad though?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
Montez growled low in his throat, and she bit back a laugh at how much he struggled with the idea of throwing the game.
“Fine,” he muttered through his teeth. “I’ll throw the damn game if I need to, but I won’t like it.”
