Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 91065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
“My image doesn’t need helping.”
“Doesn’t it?” he mutters, quite rudely I might add.
I’m America’s Sweetheart, I can do no wrong! Why would my image need shining up?
“Everyone’s image could use a little PR,” Trent explains. “You’ve been known as a playboy for a really long time. It wouldn’t kill your reputation to be seen with a woman who isn’t a model for a change. Your fans would love it.”
I would never do that to Margot.
And besides, she’d junk punch me if she thought for one second I was only interested in her because it would be good for my public persona.
“Think about it. That’s all I’m saying . . .”
Chapter 14
Margot
You don’t think it’s weird that a man who said he didn’t want to date a mom is taking you on a date?
I know.
I found it odd, too, when Dex started using the words date and see where this can lead in his messages to me but shrugged off the niggling in my stomach because as friends have said, You can’t sit around waiting for men to come to you—you have to get out of the house.
Okay, but what if the man doesn’t actually want to be in a relationship? Should I waste time hanging out with him?
Wyatt is with her dad this weekend, so it’s not as if I didn’t have time to spare. No other men on the apps have asked to meet, and I haven’t asked to meet them, so here I am, with only the sage advice of Wyatt’s and my friends’ words ringing in my ears.
As I push through the heavy glass doors of Glam Golf USA, a rush of cool air hits my face. It’s one of those indoor and outdoor places—bars and food inside, golf turf outside—the perfect combination for people who may not be golf enthusiasts.
People such as myself.
I step inside, and the soft whacking of golf balls and loud chatter create an electric backdrop for a day that started off partly cloudy.
Maybe this is going to be fun, I think, despite the doubt in my gut.
My heart races a little faster than usual. After all, this isn’t just any outing, it’s a second date, and I haven’t been on one of those in what feels like forever.
My eyes scan the room, taking in the scene. Flat-screen television sets are everywhere, showing the turf, targets, and games that players are here to play. There’s an actual golf tournament on others. Baseball too.
I walk farther in, my sneakers making no sound against the polished concrete floor. I’m feeling a bit out of place in my casual yet carefully chosen outfit.
Black capri leggings.
Black cropped quarter zip.
Black ball cap.
I’m wearing more makeup than usual, simply because I wanted to dress up and look cute, and this activity didn’t give me the opportunity to wear anything else.
I didn’t want to golf in jeans, though now that I’m glancing around, plenty of people are wearing them.
Dammit!
I walk all the way into the lobby, my confusion growing.
Where is Dex?
Am I the first one here?
I half expected him to be waiting near the entrance—or maybe in the parking lot—but there is no sign of him.
I dig my cell out of my cross-body bag, checking our message exchange once again to make sure I hadn’t gotten the time wrong.
Huh.
I’m on time, if not a few minutes late.
A flicker of doubt hits me. Did Dex change his mind?
Determined not to let my nervousness show, I approach the reception desk, where two cheerful young women greet me. “Welcome to Glam Golf USA! Do you have a reservation?”
“Hi.” I sound more confident than I am. “I’m supposed to meet someone here. His name is Dex? He might have reserved a booth or whatever?”
So. Confident.
She taps at her keyboard, then looks up at me with a reassuring nod. “Yes, I see a reservation for a Dex—looks like he checked in. Simulator 202, up on the second floor, second spot on the left.”
“Thanks.”
I’m breathing heavy by the time I make it up two flights of stairs, and to my relief I find Dex already practicing his swing as if he weren’t expecting company.
He raises his head as I approach, broad smile spreading across his handsome face. “Hey! You made it!”
“I made it.” I grin at him, waving my arms so he can see I’m in one piece. “Wouldn’t miss it.”
Then he does something that shocks the hell out of me. He bends down and envelops me in a hug. Squeezes. Smells the top of my hair, even.
Is he drunk?
I didn’t realize he was a hugger.
“I was starting to think you might have changed your mind.”
Me, change my mind? I was worried he was going to change his!
“Not a chance. I don’t have Wyatt this weekend, so I didn’t have a lot going on.” I laugh, hoping that doesn’t sound like an insult. “Though I was worried I might have walked into the wrong place for a second there.”