Can’t Fight Love

Chapter 2

It’s literally 100° on the course. I can feel the sweat bead between my shoulders and my breasts. I am grateful for the light pink dress, it's not clingy in this humid summer air. The sun is beating down on me, but I don't mind. It's only deepening my tanned skin. I’m perched right in the middle of the two beautiful fairways in the middle of the course. It’s the ideal location since golfers can drive up from any way. The course is stunning, one of the top courses in the world, and the slight warm breeze feels good. Its an amazing view to have for work and I know I’m lucky. It’s an incredibly long day, and the men are drinking hard. I’ve thrown back a few, just enough to tolerate the oppressive heat, but drinking in this heat can make a person delirious and I had a whole evening I had to bartend.  

I’m propped on my elbows, watching the group of golfers getting ready to tee off, bent over the coolers on the back of the beverage cart, when I hear a golf cart pull up.

A smooth, deep, raspy voice says, “well there are a whole lot of things I’d like to do to you right now” followed by two chuckles. 

I spin around to make a witty comeback (something I’m known for) and I am hit with a vision I hadn't expected. Out of the cart steps this big man, 6’4” salt and pepper hair, tan skinned, pink shorts, white shirt, just oozing with s*x appeal. The sweat was beading above his bushy eyebrows which rimmed his sunglasses. He has a round boyish face with a giant grin.

I look at Mike and he just shakes his head. They are both chuckling 

“You couldn’t handle it.” I reply turning to the cooler, I snapped back at him. He was far too confident but I was low key digging it. “What can I get for you?” I cleared my throat.

“6 miller lites, each,” he replies grabbing his wallet from his bag on the back, “and your name”

“Victoria” I replied, giving him the total.

“Ahh. The owners daughter. I can see why he hid you for so long.” He eyes me up and down. 

“I was never in hiding. I was married.” I state matter of factly. I had no business hanging around golf clubs full of men when I was committed. Now I’m making all the money. 

“And you’re not now?” He quickly picked up on the past tense. 

 “Well no one gets divorced overnight, but basically.” I had only left my ex two months prior. I was with him since I was 17 and sometimes it just doesn’t work out. But if it’s one thing I learned, you can get married in a blink of an eye, but divorce is a bitchy process. 

“Why I’ll never get married,” he sighed packing his beers into his cooler. Oh great, another man against commitment. But he was singing my tune. 

Never. Again. I had vowed no marriage. No love. No commitment. 

He tells me to keep the change, “I’ll see you around pretty lady.” And I suddenly realize I didn’t respond. He just drove away. On his f*****g golf cart like he was a f*****g king. And his friend Mike just sat there, chuckling, shaking his head. I was hot. Slightly irritated, slightly turned on.

Mike was not as handsome as Xavier nor could he talk to women like Xavier apparently could, but he was a good guy. Quiet, and usually shocked at half the stuff that came out of Xavier's mouth. Actually everyone was usually shocked at the things Xavier said. But Mike was his best friend. Since they were young. 

Which is why I was shocked I had never met Xavier. Mike was a long time member. Yeah he was 8 years older than me, but men don’t mature as fast. I had been working a lot at the golf course for the last year, since my marriage was falling apart, and I had never seen Xavier.

And even when I was younger and worked as a cart girl in high school, I had never seen him. 

Thirty minutes later, he’s back. 

“Hey pretty lady, I told you I’d see you around.” He chuckles as he pulls up. I don’t reply as the man on the Tee is about to swing and just shhh him.

He c***s and eyebrow at me and smiles slyly. The man on the tee hits the ball and shanks it. 

“Ya know Matt, maybe if you focused on getting laid more, your game would improve.” Xavier yells out and chuckles. A group of guys let’s out a laugh 

“Banging randos is your thing, X” Matt replies putting the club back into his bag, cursing under his breath. 

“They aren’t randos if I get their names first!” And he looks back to me. He eyes me slowly, up and down. I’m uncomfortable, but not in a creeped out way. My heart starts racing and butterflies do a little dance. 

“Back already?” I put my hands on my hips. I’m such a mom but at this rate I know he’ll be blackout soon.

“Are you monitoring my alcohol intake?” He steps a little closer and removes his sunglasses.  His eyes are the lightest green I have ever seen. He’s so much taller and overall bigger than me. I’m standing in his shadow, his warmth radiating and it makes me hot. 

“Like any good bartender” I hold my stance but it is so tough “and I have the right to refuse anyone”

X shifts and lowers his face closer to mine. 

“Somehow, I doubt you’d refuse me.” And he keeps my gaze. I’m lost. For a moment to long. His sweaty body, cologne, his charisma. Everything is sending me over an edge I didn’t even know I was close to

“Get a room” another member jokes as he pulled up to the beer cart. I’m painfully unaware of the small crowd around us now and take a step back

“Honestly, I gave some other guys a couple beers on the course. I knew I was coming back this way,” X says casually as if he didn’t just shake my soul up a little. 

I roll my eyes, “whatever” and grab everyone’s beers, “don’t you have a tournament to play?”. Everyone’s getting a kick out of how flustered the owner’s fiery daughter is getting. 

“I have beers to drink,” he winks and yells “keep the change,” 

He’s way to confident.