Page 25 of Tempting Levi
He glanced at her confidently. “Power swings, eh?”
“Even Wes isn’t giving it his all.”
Levi chuckled. “Wes is a scratch player. No way he’s giving it everything he’s got. Probably told his group he’s having an off day. Even on an off day, though, he’s still stronger than any other player. Got to show them he has something to offer in private lessons.”
“Right. Exactly.” She looked at him pointedly. “So simmer down, will you? If Wes can set his ego aside, so can you. You might not understand what our guests are saying, but you’re making them nervous—or irritated. Sometimes translation is tricky. In any case, I doubt either emotion is in the best interest of Club Tahoe.”
He frowned. “I see your point.”
Levi was up next, but instead of pulling back, he let it rip, his ball nearly landing on the green.
He moved past her and she elbowed him. “You call that holding back?”
So she was being feisty. No more soft, gushy heart smashing up against the big, sexy boulder. If she was going to do her job, she needed to show more backbone.
He quirked an eyebrow. “I held back.”
“No you didn’t.”
“My short game still needs work. Can I help it if I have a long drive?” He gave her a crooked grin.
Her lips parted. Long drive? Was that some sort of innuendo?
She’d show himlong drive.
The next time Levi teed off, she waited until he was mid-swing, dropping her voice low enough that only he could hear, and said, “I keep a pair of balls in the palm of my hand.”
Levi’s arm dropped mid-swing and his aim was off. Okay, not as badly as hersevery single time,but enough that his shot landed short and just off the fairway in the rough.
Success.
He looked back and she smiled. “In case I need to drop one.”
She smirked and walked past him to take her position at the women’s tee. If she had to break his concentration to get him to stop showing off with his power drives, she’d do it.
They eventually made it onto the green, and Levi lined up a short putt.
Emily walked up behind him, holding two golf balls in her grip. “Boy, these balls are hard to juggle.”
Levi’s putt missed badly, and he growled. He turned to her with the scariest look on his face.
Granite, meet ice.“What?” She tried for an innocent smile, but she was a terrible liar. It was bad form to talk when someone was lining up a shot. Especially talk of balls, which seemed to distract Levi. Was it her fault his mind was in the gutter?
He picked up and made his way to the next hole.
If Levi didn’t like her distractions, he had no one to blame but himself. It was his fault she was here to begin with.
Emily’s game never improved and her translation skills were hardly needed, but she’d managed to put out one fire. The clients’ moods perked up by the end of the round, and Levi even had them laughing over a funny story about a past president who’d brought both his wife and his mistress to the resort—at the same time.
She handed her putter to the caddy as she neared the clubhouse and clapped her hands together, pleased with a job well done. Oh, her golf game was in the crapper, but she’d saved Levi from disaster with the clients, and that was all that mattered. She turned to head back to her office. There was so much work—
Levi grabbed her arm, one of his large fingers gently rubbing the tender underside. “Distracting me with dirty references?”
She gave him a smug look. “Is it my fault that your mind goes there whenever I talk about golf balls?”
His gaze dipped to her lips. “When the wordballscomes out of your mouth, I don’t think of golf. You caught me off guard and you know it.”
If Emily didn’t know better, she’d say he was flirting with her. None of this looking, because all guys looked. This was legit. But men could be charming. Didn’t mean they were interested in more than flirting.
