The Touch of a Villain: An Enemies to Lovers High School Romance (The Boys of Clermont Bay Book 1) Holly Renee (ebook reader below 3000 .txt) 📖

stumbled back a step, thrown completely off balance by him, and I took a deep breath as he walked toward his father.

I had no idea what the hell I was doing. I was supposed to be working and trying my damnedest to get a position that paid more, but Beck was going to fuck everything up. I would be lucky if they didn’t fire me after today.

I didn’t feel like I was working. I didn’t feel like I was doing anything other than falling farther into Beck’s trap.

I moved back toward the cart as Beck and his father spoke, and I waited by the driver’s side for them to finish. I was here to drive them around and do whatever else caddies were supposed to do. What I wasn’t here to do was let Beck touch me and push me to the point where I would beg him for more.

Because I knew I would.

My body was so tense that I felt like I could snap at any moment.

We went through the next few holes in the same manner. I stood by the cart while the two of them golfed. Beck kept his eyes on me as he did. Every move I made was tracked by him. Every breath I took was affected by his gaze.

He looked like he wanted to say something to me, to touch me, to make me feel like I was crawling out of my skin.

But I didn’t give him the opportunity. I was avoiding him. I smiled at his father and made small talk, but I avoided looking at Beck at all costs. It didn’t matter that he tapped his fingers against the side of my neck as I drove, or that he toyed with my ponytail as his father pointed something out on the property.

I refused to let him know how much every single touch was affecting me.

We were around the tenth hole when another cart pulled up directly behind us. I glanced behind me before turning forward, but then I spun back to face the cart behind me.

My father sat beside a boy who was wearing a matching outfit to me, and someone I didn’t know rode in the back. I climbed out of the cart and walked toward my father.

He shot a tight smile just as Mr. Clermont reached him and shook his hand.

“How are you, Joseph?”

“I’m doing well. Any day I get to golf is a good day.”

Mr. Clermont laughed, but Beck didn’t so much as smile. He stood behind his father, and he looked like he had about a million things on his mind that he wanted to say.

He looked at my father like he had looked at Lucas. His eyes narrowed, his nostrils slightly flared, and his rage barely in check. He clearly hated the men of my family, and even though I already knew that, it felt a bit shocking to see the way he was reacting to my dad.

“I see you managed to get my daughter out here.” My father looked over at me as his caddie carried his bag over to the grass.

“She’s been a great help so far,” Mr. Clermont lied. I had barely done more than almost throw him from the cart.

“I didn’t even realize you worked today,” he said it like he knew my schedule any other day. He may have been my father, but I had seen him as much since I’d been living with him as I did before. He was still an absent father, even with me living under his roof.

Regardless of how he wanted to act.

“Here I am.” I shrugged and looked back toward Beck. He was no longer watching my father. His gaze was directly on me, and the playfulness from before had slipped from every inch of his face.

“Beckham, are you ready for your senior year?”

I winced when I heard my father address Beck. I didn’t even know why Beck hated him so much, but I knew with certainty that he did.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” He stared at my father as he spoke, and I held my breath. Beck didn’t seem like the kind of guy that ever held back.

But he did.

He stared at my father, and he kept his mouth shut in a thin line.

If my father could feel the tension, he didn’t so much as blink. He acted like he was talking to his closest friends and had no concern for anything.

But my father was rarely concerned with much. If it didn’t directly affect his wallet, he didn’t care.

“Well, we’ll let you get back to your game.” My father smiled before looking at me. “You have a second?”

I nodded and stepped behind him as he walked away from the rest of the group. He stopped when we were out of earshot, and his gaze slid over my outfit.

“I thought you were working in the dining room.”

“I am.” I straightened out my polo. “I volunteered to pick up a shift on the course today.”

“If you need money, I have plenty.”

I didn’t answer him because he knew how I felt about that. I didn’t want any of his money. Not what I could avoid.

He was already putting a roof over my head and food in my belly. I hated that thought alone. If I had a way that I could completely provide for myself, I would. If I could go home to my mom’s house and live on my own, I would do it in a heartbeat.

But he had all the control.

When I didn’t answer, he huffed and moved on. “Don’t forget that school starts tomorrow. You need to get home tonight and get ready for your first day.”

“I’ll be there.” I was always there. With the exception of the couple times I had gone out with Allie, I always left work and went straight home.

He looked out to where Mr. Clermont and Beck stood by the cart, and he looked like he was hesitant to say what he said next. Which was odd because he