He rolls his eyes as he stands next to me, holding his golf bag. “Recovered. I’m going back tonight.” He looks down the fairway. “I had to psyche myself up.” He chews the gum in his mouth as he concentrates on his hit. He lines up and smacks the ball high into the air.

I glance at Seb and raise a brow before I look back at Spence.

“Fuck off. Who the hell has to psyche themselves up to fuck two beautiful, kinky women?” I mock as I drag my second ball over to the tee with the back of my club.

He raises his eyebrows at me and tilts his head. “How’s that hot nanny of yours, anyway?” He chews his gum, waiting.

I blow out a breath. “Trouble. She nearly got herself fucked on my kitchen floor last night.”

They both grin, flashing their teeth. “What happened?” Seb asks.

“Came home drunk and horny, waking me up.”

Seb’s eyebrows rise. “And?”

“And nothing.” I take my hit, and we watch the ball fly into the air. “She’s too young. It’s a no go.”

Seb lines his ball up. “How old?”

“Twenty-five.”

"That's a perfect age. She's old enough to know how to fuck, loose enough to fuck hard, but tight enough to drive you wild."

I roll my eyes. “Yeah, well, she would drive me fucking wild. I already know that. I’m telling you, I’ve never been so attracted to someone in my life.” I get into the golf buggy. “I have to grit my teeth the whole time I’m talking to her so I don’t get a raging boner.”

They smile as we drive down the fairway.

“You should just do it.” I shake my head. “I can’t. My kids seem to like her. I have to behave.” I sigh.

“Fuck the kids.” Spence sighs. “This is all about you. The kids don’t pay her fucking wage, do they?” We pull up at the green. “Get your money’s worth, I say.” He smiles cheekily, popping his gum.

“You just worry about that iron snatch that’s going to rip your cock off tonight.” I smirk as I take out my club. “Leave my nanny to me.”

Brielle

Three hours later, we drive into the swanky looking golf club, and I pull into a parking space.

The sun is out, the birds are chirping, and the day is perfect. This place is very posh indeed. Rolling green hills stretch out as far as the eye can see. There are groups of distinguished-looking people—all being very conservative and quiet—playing golf together.

We sit in the car for a moment as we look around. “God, these people look so bored, don’t they?” I say.

“Truth,” Willow agrees as she looks around.

“Can we please go in?” Sammy pleads. “You promised.”

I exhale. “Yes, we’re here now. Let’s do this.” I climb out of the car and look down at myself. I’m wearing my navy pants and a white cotton shirt. My hair

is in a high ponytail, and I have my gold aviator sunglasses on. I look like I don't belong here, but the kids follow me anyway as we go into the reception area. A good-looking young man and a beautiful girl are standing behind the counter. They look to be around Willow's age. The young man glances at Willow, and then does a double take. She instantly drops her head and bites her bottom lip.

She’s kind of cute when she gets shy. Shy is a lot more appealing on her than evil.

The beautiful girl smiles warmly. “Hello, can I help you?”

“Yes. We would like to play golf, please?”

Her gaze turns to Willow. “Okay.” She smiles at her, and Willow drops her head… again. Oh, she really is shy.

We need to work on this.

“Can we please hire a golf cart, too?” I ask.

“Sure.” She takes a photocopy of my licence and hands over the keys as I pay.

“There are a few rules that you need to adhere to.”

“Such as?” More damn rules.

The handsome young man interrupts the girl as she speaks. “We ask that you don’t cut in front of other players, stay out of the bunkers, and treat the greens with respect.”

“Of course.” I glance over to see Willow is twisting her hands in front of her. This boy is obviously affecting her. How cute.

“This is our first time, but if we like it we will be coming back to learn properly,” I add.

"Oh." The young girl turns to Willow. "There are lessons for girls on Wednesday afternoons at 5:00 p.m. if you're interested?"

Willow smiles awkwardly.

Oh jeez. She’s never getting a boyfriend at this rate.

“Your golf buggy is the one parked to the right. Take it easy if you’ve never driven one before.”

I take the keys from the boy’s hand. “Thanks, we will keep that in mind.” I grin at the kids. “Let go hit some balls.”

We walk out, get the clubs from the car, and then we put them into the back of the golf buggy. “You sit in the back, Sammy, and I will drive until they can’t see us. After that, you can drive, Will.”

“Okay.” She bounces her shoulders with excitement.

We all get in and I start the cart. I raise my eyebrows to the kids, and Sammy laughs out loud. “Yes. We are driving.”

I pull out onto the path, and we begin to drive under the stretch of large, green trees. We pass a bunch of golfers and I wave, giving a little toot, toot of our horn.

Willow smiles and shakes her head. I think she’s finally getting to like my goofiness a smidge, even if she doesn’t know it yet. “So, where do we go?” I ask.

“I don’t know,” Sammy calls from the back.

“Was there a map in those papers she gave us, Will?”

Willow flicks through the papers.

I glance over at her. “The staff here are quite attractive, don’t you think, Will?”

She smirks and rolls her eyes.

We drive for a bit longer and I see a drink cart. “Oh, we need some roadies,” I say as I pull over.

“Roadies?” Will asks.

“Yes, you know… drinks to take on the road. You call them roadies.”

“Oh.”

I hand Sam some money. “Can you go and get us three cans of Coke, Sammy, please, and some crisps and chocolate.”

He holds the money in his hand and looks at me.

“What?” I ask.

“We aren’t allowed to drink Coke.”

“Says who?”

“Dad.”

I roll my eyes. “Well, I’m not going to tell him. Are you?”

He smiles cheekily and goes to the cart.

“God, don’t tell your father I’m letting you drive this golf buggy. He will have a conniption.”