Grant shot her a warning glare. Putting wasn't Grant's strong point and it hadn't taken Meg long to figure that out. If he sunk this one it'd be a miracle.
"I think he needs a little help, Meg. Maybe you could go give him a lesson," I suggested.
The angry look on Grant's face made both of us crack up. Damn he was too easy. "You might wanna back up, Meg. He looks ready to blow. If his putter goes flying you don't want to be in the line of fire."
Meg backed up and stood by me. "Does he really throw clubs?" she asked with a hopeful smile.
"Don't get too excited. If he's pissed enough to throw clubs then he is pretty damn mad."
"I'm not scared. You have the bigger arms," Meg said throwing another grin toward Grant. She was goading him.
"He does not have bigger arms!" Grant barked, straighteningup from his putting stance with a defensive look on his face.
Meg reached over and squeezed my arm. "Um, yeah these are pretty damn impressive. Show me what you got," she teased Grant some more.
Grant jerked his shirt off and walked over to stand in front of Meg flexing his muscles. "Feel that, baby. He ain't got nothing on me. He's just a pretty boy."
Rolling my eyes I started to walk back to the golf cart. Grant reached out and grabbed my arm. "No you don't. This is a contest I'm gonna f**king win. Flex those puny arms. Let her see who is packing more heat."
I had no desire to win this contest. "You won. I'm good with it. He has bigger arms, Meg," I said, jerking my arms free of his grip.
"No, he doesn't. You weren't flexing when I felt yours and I'm positive yours were bigger," she replied with a wicked grin. I was positive this was a bad idea. I didn't think she was flirting but I wasn't sure.
"That's bullshit! Flex your arm, Rush. I'm proving this one. I got the better guns."
"Yes, you do. It's cool," I replied.
"Flex them now, I mean it," Grant demanded. He was really in a pissing contest here. One I was gladly willing to let him win. I was just ready to move on to the next hole.
"Fine," I agreed. "If this will make you go putt that ball so we can move on to the next hole I'll flex my arm."
Grant grinned and held his arm out again for her to feel. She was waiting on me. I flexed and let her feel. This was ridiculous.
"Sorry Grant, he wins this," Meg replied squeezing my arms just a little too long. I dropped my arm and headed back to the cart.
"Putt the ball, Grant," I called out.
"You didn't win this! She just picked you because she feels loyal to you since she was your first f**k," he replied.
I jerked my head around to see if anyone had heard him. Thankfully, it looked like no one had.
Chapter 30
Blaire
I sat there as they got on their cart and drove to the next hole. I was supposed to be getting more drinks. My desire to see Rush had gotten the best of me and I'd taken a small detour until I found him. Now, I wish I hadn't. For the first time this week I was sick at my stomach again. He hadn't told me Meg was his first. He'd just said they were old friends.
Knowing what kind of old friends they were didn't help. I was well aware that Rush had a string of girls that he'd slept with. It was something I knew when I'd gone to his bed the first time. But seeing him with the one. The one that had been his first was painful.
She'd been flirting with him and he'd been flirting back. Trying to impress her with his muscles. They were impressive enough without him flexing them and showing off. Why had he done that? Did he want her to be attracted to him? Was he curious about what she was like in bed now?
My stomach rolled and I forced my cart into drive and pulled away from the trees I'd been hiding behind. I hadn't meant to hide. I'd taken a short cut to see if Rush was at this hole. But when I'd seen him smiling at Meg and then letting her touch him I'd stopped. I couldn't go any further.
She was a part of his world. She fit into his world. Instead of driving a drink cart around she was playing golf with him. He couldn't have asked me. For starters I had no idea how to play and then, of course, I worked here. I couldn't play. What was he doing with me? His sister hated me. I couldn't be a part of his life. Not really. I would always be on the outside looking in. I hated the way this felt.
Being with him was amazing. In the privacy of his house or my condo it was easy to pretend we could be something more. But what happens when I'm showing? When I'm very pregnant and he is with me? People will know. How will he handle it? Can I expect him to?
I loaded the cart back up and let my mind play over all the scenarios that could happen with us. None of them ended happily. I wasn't one of the elite. I was just me. This past week I'd let myself play with the idea of staying. Raising this baby with Rush. As much as seeing him with Meg had hurt it had been the wakeup call I needed. No one lived in a fairy tale. Especially me.
By the time I got back my group had made it to the last stretch. I smiled and served drinks and even joked with the golfers. No one was going to know I was upset. This was my job. I was going to be good at it.
I wouldn't say anything to Rush tonight. There was no point. He wasn't thinking clearly. I would just put some distance between us. I couldn't let myself believe he was my happily ever after. I was smarter than that.
I hadn't been able to make it through the day without getting sick. The heat had gotten to me but I would be damned if Woods knew about it. I didn't need him thinking I couldn't do my job. Bethy held my hair back while I threw up in the toilet in the back of the offices. I really did love her.
"You over did it," she scolded as I lifted my head up from my last heave.