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“You sure that’s all it is?” Skepticism laced Jet’s voice.
“I’m sure.”
Actually, he wasn’t sure. He’d been attracted to Desiree from the beginning, no doubt, but the time they spent together at Kizzie’s and then in the hotel room had left him wanting more. Spending more time with her cemented his attraction. She had a sense of humor and was goal-oriented. That was one of the sexiest things about her. She was driven and determined, and though he didn’t fully understand why she was so insistent she needed to get the promotion, he suspected the reason was more than simply because she wanted more money.
He liked everything about her, including the way she smelled and the way she dressed. That black outfit Friday night at the dinner had him salivating and paying attention to her every movement. It fit her sexy body in such a way he couldn’t take his eyes off her. He liked the way she cut her eyes at him, as if upset but not really. He liked the way she felt beneath him—her body soft and supple, taking his thrusts like a champ, no matter the position. She was down for whatever.
Damn, he was in trouble.
He might actually be falling for Desiree, andthatwas a big problem.
13
Montez had been playing golf since the age of twelve. It started when he was on punishment and not allowed to go to the ice cream parlor with his siblings. He couldn’t remember what he had done, but he remembered leaving the house with his father and having to sit in the back seat while Barry Ross and his best friend laughed and talked up front.
By the time they arrived at the course, Montez was in a foul mood, which became fouler when his father made him caddie for him and his friends. That all changed when he was handed a 9-iron and taught to swing. His natural ability at the sport turned the day into a friendly competition—Montez and his father against the two other men.
He and his dad lost, but the match lit a fire under him, and from then on, he took golf seriously and wanted to improve. Over time, he did, playing golf regularly with his father and his friends.
What he didn’t divulge to Desiree was how good he was. Golf had earned him a scholarship, and he played on his college team, winning several trophies that his parents proudly displayed in a lit cabinet in the den. He considered trying to go pro and making the sport a career, but his heart wasn’t in it. He had love for the game, but not enough to handle the rigorous hours of training required for a pro career, which he might not achieve after all that work.
Besides, his parents’ business took off around that time, and they wanted their kids to eventually take over At Your Service, so after college, he concentrated his efforts on expanding the business.
He and Desiree arrived at the course at the same time, and he paused to look at her—chic in a pair of khakis and a light-colored sleeveless shirt. His appreciative gaze swept her from head to toe.
“You don’t have to do that, you know,” she said.
“Do what?”
“Look at me like that. No one’s around right now, so you don’t have to pretend.”
He laughed softly. “I’m not pretending, gorgeous, so you might as well get used to it.”
She dragged a hand along her ponytail and lowered her gaze demurely. “You remember what to do, right?”
“Lose the game,” he said in a sour voice.
“Yes, and take that disappointed look off your face.”
He grinned. “All right, let’s do this.”
They were like co-conspirators in a con with shared secrets, and he enjoyed the sense of camaraderie that emerged between them. They walked toward the front of the clubhouse together, and when they entered, they spotted Mark in a chair in front of the unlit fireplace. He hopped to his feet the minute he saw them.
“Mark, how’s it going?” Montez gave him a firm handshake.
“Excellent. I’m ready to get out there. Royce ran to the restroom, but he should be—oh, there he is.”
Royce approached, and Montez caught the quick look he cast at Desiree. Without thinking, Montez slipped an arm around her shoulders. She looked up at him with curiosity in her eyes but didn’t move away.
“Montez, good to see you again,” Royce said, giving him a tight smile.
“Royce.” That was the best he could do. He wasn’t about to lie.
“Since everyone is here, it’s time for us to hit the links,” Mark said.
Montez gave Desiree a reassuring wink before they followed behind the other two men.
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