The Infamous Ellen James(43)

Trent seems to be obsessed with the fact that my shampoo is strawberry scented, and honestly, I love that he notices something as simple as the scent of my hair products. It really proves just how sweet and thoughtful of a guy Trent Hamilton truly is. I hug him back tightly and nuzzle my face into his strong, muscular chest.

“I missed you too, Casanova. I really missed you too.”

Just being near this man puts a huge smile on my face. I probably look like I'm high off of Prozac, but I can't help myself. He just has that effect on me.

“You're killing me in this skirt, sweetheart. Fucking killing me.” I feel him slide his hands down to my ass and give each cheek a squeeze. I giggle in response and tilt my chin up to look at him. His blue eyes shine down on me, and I'm lost in his stunning gaze. He leans down and kisses my lips softly, affectionately. The kiss is sweet and delicious, and it feels like home.

Home? Oh man. I'm a lost cause.

“Come on, dickheads! Enough dry humping! We've got places to be!” Amy yells as she opens the passenger door. I can't believe I was so lost in Trent's kiss that I didn't even notice Amy was already back from the bathroom. Trent smiles against my lips and gives my nose a small peck before I turn away and walk towards the passenger door of his truck. He pinches my ass and I squeal a little at his adorably crass behavior.

We're about twenty minutes away from our final destination and I can't believe Trent hasn't strangled us yet. Amy and I have alternated playing DJ and completely monopolized his iPod. Our song choices have varied from Rihanna to Nine Inch Nails to Salt-N-Pepa. Our rendition of Closer by Nine Inch Nails could quite possibly make someone's ears bleed. Neither of us can sing worth a damn, but that doesn't stop us. Trent just seems to find us humorous and is content with just holding my hand in his lap as we cruise down the highway.

How much longer can I deny the fact that I'm in love with this man?

“Okay, Destiny's Child, let's take an intermission for a minute here.” Trent takes the iPod from my hands and turns down the music. “So how often do you two golf?” He asks us with a questioning gaze. Amy and I immediately start laughing, and Trent raises both eyebrows at our reaction to his question.

“Um, well…We don't really golf…at all,” I answer with slight hesitation.

Amy laughs at me and says, “Yeah, we blow donkey dick at golf. It's a miracle they asked us back after last year.”

Oh, here we go…

“Last year? I have to hear this story,” Trent says before he takes the exit for Centennial Road.

“Ha! Oh. My. God. Last year, Elle hit the CEO in the back of the ass while she was attempting to practice her 'swing.'” Amy motions air quotes with her fingers.

“Like you should talk, dick! You nearly drove the golf cart into the pond!”

She really did almost sink one of the club's golf carts on hole twelve. Her lack of driving skills is still a mystery to me.

“Hey! It wasn't my fault the brakes went out! I was lucky I came out of that alive!” Amy shouts back at me.

“The brakes did not go out. You pushed the gas instead of the brake and—”

“Enough. Agree to disagree. I don't want to talk about this anymore.” Amy turns her head away from me and looks out the window. I can barely hold back my smile; she just makes it too damn easy.

I glance over at Trent and he smirks at me, which causes my shoulders to shake with silent laughter. I can barely contain the giggles that want to spill out of my mouth. I tightly clamp my hand over my lips and try like hell to keep my amusement to myself.

“I know you're over there quietly giggling like an idiot.” Amy spats as she continues to stare out the window.

I wrap my arms around her shoulders and hug her tightly. “I'm sorry. Please don't be mad at me.” I give her my best pouty face and see the corners of her mouth turn up into a smile.

“Alright, fucko. I forgive you.”

We manage to make it to the golf course in record time, and Trent starts getting his golf clubs out of the bed of his truck. I notice that he not only pulls out one set of clubs but actually pulls out two more.

“Three sets of golf clubs?” I look at him curiously.

“Well, there are three of us, and I would have put money on the fact that you two didn't have clubs.” He raises his eyebrow mischievously at me as he signals for one of the club's workers to help carry our clubs in.

An adorable young kid who isn't a day over eighteen heads towards us. He is all baby-faced and bright blond hair. If I were eighteen years old, I would be practically drooling over this little cutie.

I notice Amy giving him a nice, long once-over. She's obviously satisfied with what she sees. I elbow her in the side so she'll pick her jaw up off of the ground.