Matchplay A New Adult Romance

Six

Make the Cut

I received an email from Aaron a few days later. He had kept his promise. The email contained a link to a website with a treasure trove of information about Mary Cassatt. I was surprised I had never seen it before. I thought I had found nearly every piece of information about the artist that was available online.

He ended the email with something that made me smile. “I hope you realize you’re more beautiful than any Mary Cassatt painting.”

I emailed him back thanking him for the website. And I ended with, “I realize it’s a cliché but it’s also true (especially in this case): Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.”

When he emailed me again, there was only one line: “In your case, I think anyone would find you beautiful."

***



After our next class, Aaron was waiting for me in his usual spot. He had his hands in his pockets and a serious look on his face.

“What’s up?” I asked as I approached him.

“I’m sorry I can’t meet with you today to work on our project.”

I was more than a little upset. He had never bailed on me before and we had just taken midterms, which meant we didn’t have a lot more time to get everything done. “Why?” I asked with a touch of anger in my voice.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you. Maybe we can meet for a double session next week.”

I looked into his eyes. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“There’s a mandatory all-hands-on-deck meeting with the guys at The Clubhouse. We’re getting the place ready for Parent’s Weekend. We’re having a huge party Friday night. You should come by.”

I frowned. “My dad’s going to be here.”

He grinned. “The party is for students and their parents. I’d love to meet your dad.”

That made me very nervous. I wasn’t sure I wanted my dad to meet Aaron. And I definitely wasn’t sure I wanted his parents to meet me. They were super wealthy. What if they didn’t want him with a middle-class girl like me?

I shook my head. “I’m not sure that’s such a good idea.”

“Why not?” Aaron had a look of genuine concern in his eyes.

“My dad isn’t exactly the party type and he’s definitely not The Clubhouse type.”

He crossed his arms over his chest. “And what exactly is The Clubhouse type?” he challenged.

I gulped. I wasn’t sure how truthful I wanted to me. Did I really want to point out all the ways in which we were totally incompatible? “In case you haven’t noticed, Aaron, I don’t come from a wealthy family like you and your friends. I’m supported by a single parent, my dad, who is an engineer. He’s still struggling to pay what’s left of my mom’s medical expenses and help me with college. I’m on scholarship but we’ve still got books and stuff. Is anyone in The Clubhouse a scholarship student?”

He shook his head. Then he stepped closer to me and erased all distance between us. I could feel the heat radiating from his body. “I really want you to be there. It would mean a lot to me to meet your dad.”

When I looked into his eyes I saw sincerity and warmth. “I’ll think about it. I have to see if that’s even something my dad wants to do.”

“Fair enough.” He leaned down and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek. Then he whispered into my ear, “I hope I see you Friday, Sunshine.”

***



I was so happy to see my dad when he arrived on campus early Friday evening. He looked tired. I

knew he had worked all day and drove up right after he got off but I felt like there was more to it than that.

Maybe he was lonely. He gave me a big hug as soon as he saw me.

“I’ve missed you, Dad.”

“Have you been having fun like you promised you would?”

I nodded but he raised an unconvinced eyebrow. “Are you sure?”

“I’m not lying.”

That seemed to convince him—a little.

“We’ve even been invited to a party tonight,” I said as if to prove my point.

My dad raised an eyebrow. “Party, huh?”

I nodded. “It’s at The Clubhouse. It’s one of the social clubs. I have to warn yo u, though. The guys are kind of—well—different.”

“Different how?” my dad said suspiciously.

I winced. I wasn’t sure exactly how much to reveal about the guys and their reputation. “The guys all come from very wealthy families. Most of them are a bit on the egotistical side.”

My dad looked even more suspicious. “That doesn’t sound like the kind of people you’d be friends with.”

“I know.” I glanced down at my feet trying to compose my thoughts. I sighed and then said, “There’s a guy that I like and he’s in The Clubhouse. He invited us to the party.”

When I looked back up at my dad, he was grinning. “A guy, huh? I should have known. He’s not one of the egotistical ones, is he?”

I didn’t want to lie to my dad but I also didn’t want him to have any negative preconceptions about Aaron either. “Well, sort of,” I admitted.

My dad seemed to consider my words carefully. “Okay,” he said finally. “I’ll meet him and be the judge.”

***



I put on the only dress I had brought with me to school. It was a just above the knee LBD, which I

paired with black pumps. Not very original but I thought I looked presentable. When there was a knock at the door, I assumed it was my dad but when I opened it, I was surprised to see Lucas and his parents.

Lucas’s jaw dropped slightly when he saw me. “You look beautiful” he muttered, seemingly without realizing the words had come out of his mouth. He continued staring at me.

Then his mother stepped into the room. “Where’s Olivia?” she muttered impatiently.

His father added. “We’ve got dinner reservations in fifteen minutes.”

I hadn’t seen Olivia all day but I suspected she was probably with Marney. Of course, I didn’t want to drop that bit of information on her family, so instead I said, “I’m sorry. I haven’t seen her.”

Lucas’s mom heaved a dramatic sigh. “My daughter is very good at keeping people waiting.”

I shrugged. “I hope she gets here soon.”

I slowly eased toward my door. “Well, I’ve got to meet my dad. He’ll be here any minute. I think I’ll go wait in the lobby.”

Lucas was still standing in the threshold staring at me. “Excuse me,” I said to him hoping he would realize he was blocking my exit. Luckily, he took the hint and moved out of the way.

“I hope you all have a great evening,” I said.

Lucas’s mom gave a sarcastic chuckle. “Yeah, it’s going great already,” she moaned.

I scooted out the door and breathed a sigh of relief that dad had agreed to go to The Clubhouse and we didn’t have to spend the entire evening with Olivia and Lucas’s mom. I suddenly felt very sorry for my roommate and her brother.

I caught my dad in the lobby and we headed over to The Clubhouse. The building and front grounds were absolutely stunning and immaculate. It was just beginning to get dark and the house was illuminated by a single antique lamppost at the front entrance. The scene reminded me of The Empire of Light by René

Magritte.

When we entered, the interior was equally stunning, with dark hard wood floors and beautiful mahogany furniture. It definitely didn’t fit the image one would expect from a group of young guys living together. This was no Animal House. It looked more like a law library from a John Grisham movie. I

remembered how bohemian The ArtHouse was in comparison. There was no doubt the guys, who lived in The Clubhouse, were from extremely wealthy families. I was suddenly very happy I had decided to wear my best dress and heels.

I noticed there was a sign in book where all the guests were stopping. Two younger looking guys were making sure everyone signed in. One of the guys was a bit taller than the other but that was the only distinguishing feature between them. They both had dark hair, model-perfect looks, great bodies and GQ

style. Typical Clubhouse guys. There was no way my name was going in the book and I certainly wasn’t going to allow myself to be “time and date stamped.”

When dad and I got to the sign in book, I took a deep breath, looked at the two guys and said firmly.

“I’m sorry but I’m not going to put my name in this book.”

The guys both gawked at me as if they had never heard anyone say no before. They looked at each other then back at me. Then the taller guy said, “You have to sign the book.”

“No, I don’t. I’m not going to sign it and you can’t force me.”

My dad stepped up very close to me and whispered in my ear. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes,” I whispered back. “I don’t want my name in that book. I’ll explain later.”

My dad nodded and stepped back. I was happy that he trusted me and had confidence in me to handle the situation.

When I looked back at the two guys, they looked nervous. “I don’t think we can let you in if you don’t sign the book,” the taller guy said.

“That’s fine. Then we don’t have to stay. Can you let Aaron Donovan know that Rainy was here?”

Both of the guys’ eyes grew wide at the mention of Aaron’s name. The shorter guy gulped. The taller guy then lightly slapped the shorter guys arm. “You’d better get Donovan over here.”

Without another word, the shorter guy hurried into the house. A few seconds later, he returned with Aaron on his heels. Aaron was wearing a black pinstripe suit that fit him perfectly. He looked amazing.

He was the definition of Drop. Dead. Gorgeous.

Aaron looked at the taller guy and said, “You can make an exception for Rainy and her dad. She doesn’t have to sign in.”

The taller guy just nodded. When Aaron looked at me, a huge smile overtook his face. He was absolutely beaming. “I’m glad you made it.” It was as if he wasn’t sure I actually would. “You look beautiful.”

“Thanks.” We locked eyes for a moment and the intensity of his gaze took my breath away. Then I

remembered my dad was standing next to me. “Aaron, this is my dad, Ron Dey.”

Aaron extended a hand to my dad. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sir.”

My dad shook Aaron’s hand. When I looked at my dad’s face, his expression was neutral. I couldn’t tell what he thought of Aaron at all.

“Come inside,” Aaron said as he placed his hand on the small of my back and led me into the main room. My dad followed on my other side.

Aaron led us to a huge buffet table with every imaginable type of hors devours. “Help yourself to food. He looked at my dad. “There’s also an open bar for parents.”

“Thanks,” my dad said. “I’m not much of a drinker.”

Aaron smiled. “Just like your daughter.”

“My daughter’s not old enough to drink,” my dad pointed out.

“Of course,” Aaron agreed.

Aaron then led us to a quiet section of the room where we could talk.

“I didn’t think the two guys at the door were going to let us in,” I admitted. “You seem to have some influence around here.”

Aaron looked a bit uncomfortable then said, “One of the perks of being the club President.”

I was glad I hadn’t gotten anything to drink yet because I nearly choked. Aaron never told me he was President of The Clubhouse. Knowing what I knew about them, I didn’t know how I felt about that tidbit of information. Did that mean that he condoned or even supported The Tournament? I got a bit of a knot in my stomach.

“What can I get the two of you to drink?” he asked.

“Water would be fine,” my dad said.

“Me, too,” I said.

“Two waters coming up,” Aaron said as he headed away.

I breathed a little sigh of relief. The pressure of being here, with my dad, and having Aaron and my dad together was getting to me.

“This is awkward,” my dad admitted. He was never one to hold back on the truth of a situation.

“I’m sorry.”

“Aaron seems to really like you,” my dad said with a genuine smile.

“Thanks.”

Aaron returned with two glasses of ice water. He handed one to each of us. “I hope the two of you will make yourself at home. Help yourselves to the food. There’s enough to feed a small country.”

“Looks tempting,” my dad said even though he wasn’t much of an eater. I knew he probably wouldn’t even try any of it.

Aaron looked at me. “I made sure to get plenty of dumplings. Shrimp and shiitake mushroom.”

I grinned. “That was very thoughtful. Thanks.”

Aaron looked at my dad. “Rainy tells me you’re an engineer.”

My dad nodded. “Twenty years in the business.”

Aaron nodded. He probably didn’t know the first thing about engineering. I felt kind of sorry for him.

My dad rescued him with, “And what are you studying?’

“Finance,” Aaron answered.

“And what do you plan to do when you graduate?”

I neglected to mention that Aaron’s dad was one of the Donovan Brothers.

“My dad expects me to go into the family business,” Aaron said politely.

I wasn’t sure if I should change the subject or let all the cards fall on the table. I knew my dad was too inquisitive to let Aaron’s vague response slide.

“What business is that?” my dad asked.

Aaron sighed. “Donovan Brothers Industries.”

I looked at my dad and watched as it registered on his face. Aaron’s dad was one of the wealthiest men in the country. I waited for my dad to say something but he didn’t respond. He just took a sip of his water.

Aaron leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Then he whispered, “I’ll talk to you later, Sunshine.”

Aaron extended a hand to my dad. “I have some business I have to attend to but it was a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Dey. Please help yourselves to the food and enjoy the party.”

Then Aaron looked at me. His eyes held so much tenderness. “Thank you for bringing your dad, Rainy.

It means a lot to me.”

Before I could respond, Aaron turned and walked away.

“Dumplings, huh?” my dad quipped. I gave him a playful swat on the arm. “Let’s get out of here. I’ll walk you back to the dorm.”

My dad could always tell exactly how I was feeling. And getting out of The Clubhouse was exactly what I wanted to do.

I breathed a sigh of relief as my dad and I walked through campus. The air was crisp but the weather was still moderate enough for a leisurely stroll.

I was afraid to ask what my dad thought of Aaron. Of course, I still wasn’t sure exactly what I thought of Aaron either, even though I had very strong feelings for him.

My dad seemed to sense what was on my mind though. “Donovan Brothers.” He whistled. “I didn’t see that coming.”

“I know, right. It’s weird.”

“Aaron has serious feelings for you.”

“And how do you know that?”

“I’m a guy. I can tell these things.”

I still had my doubts about Aaron’s intentions.

My dad continued. “The way he looked at you when he saw you. He completely lit up. It’s the same way I felt about your mother.”

I felt some tears begin to fall down my face. I still cried sometimes when I thought about my mom. I

couldn’t imagine how my dad felt losing the woman he loved so deeply.

My dad continued. “I can tell you have some doubts about Aaron. Does it have something to do with why you refused to sign the book?”

“Yes.” My dad was extremely perceptive but I wasn’t sure how much I wanted to share about Aaron and our relationship—if you could even call it that. I actually wasn’t sure what we had.

“I don’t want to push you,” my dad said. “I know you’re an adult now and can figure it out. But I also want you to know that I’m here for you. Always. No matter what.”

“I know, Dad. Things between Aaron and me are complicated.”

My dad laughed. “Aren’t they always?”

“I bet things weren’t like that with you and mom.”

“You’d be surprised .” I sensed there was more to the story but I didn’t want to pry. I knew my dad was still going through a difficult time dealing with my mom’s death.

We walked the rest of the way back to the dorms in silence, both of us lost in our own thoughts.

***



Later that night, I received a text from Aaron. It said: THX for bringing your dad to our party. It meant a lot to me.

I texted: You’re welcome. THX for all the dumplings.

Aaron texted: Anytime, Sunshine.

***



The following week in class, I arrived early and eagerly sat down. Now that we were past the midterm, I was getting excited and nervous about our final project. I knew it had to be stellar if I wanted a recommendation from Dr. Griffin.

After the professor arrived, the rest of the students filed into class. Noticeably absent was Aaron.

With just a minute to spare, he sauntered into class. As he passed by me, I noticed he was carrying a sunflower in his hand. He placed it on the desk in front of me then leaned over and whispered into my ear, “A sunflower for my Sunshine.” Then he gave me a kiss on the cheek.

I could hear a collective gasp from the back of the room. Aaron gave me a big grin then took his seat behind me.

Dr. Griffin looked right at me and said, “Rainy, would you please see me after class in my office.”

I gulped. “Yes, Professor.”

She nodded then began her lecture.

When class let out, the two pretty girls from the back of the room made a point of walking past me.

They were both whispering to each other then one of them said loudly, “Can you believe Aaron gave that girl a flower?”

“She must have a golden snatch,” the other girl taunted and they both laughed as they exited.

Aaron got close to me and whispered in my ear, “You’re beautiful and they know it. They’re just jealous.” Funny, I always thought of them as being so much better looking than me. But their nasty attitudes made them ugly. Aaron continued, “I’ll see you later, Sunshine.”

I watched as my beautiful man walked out the door. My beautiful man? Really? It didn’t seem real. It was both exciting and scary.

Then I went to face Dr. Griffin. I had no idea why she wanted to see me and I was scared to death to find out.

I took a deep breath as I entered her small office. The entire room was cramped from floor to ceiling with art books. The bookshelves, which were probably long overcrowded, had spilled out everywhere. It was like a little piece of heaven on earth.

“You wanted to see me,” I managed to squeak out.

Dr. Griffin looked up from her laptop. “Have a seat, Rainy.”

I sat on the one chair she had in her office. I guessed she could never see two students at once, or one would have to stand.

I waited for her to continue. “You’re probably wondering why I called you in here today.”

I nodded.

“I’ve been teaching at this university for nearly thirty years and you are only the second person to ever earn a perfect score on the midterm examination.”

I smiled.

She continued. “The first person to earn a perfect score on my exam is now an art professor at Princeton.”

She hadn’t asked me a question yet so I waited for her to continue. I knew I was beaming, though.

“If you continue to do as well on the final examination and your final project for the class, I would like to offer you a research internship next semester. I’m working on a book on female impressionists and I think it would be good experience for you to assist with the project.”

“Our final project is on Mary Cassatt,” I blurted. My enthusiasm was no longer in check.

Dr. Griffin smiled. “Just keep up the good work in my class. I really would like to have you assist me.”

“It would be an honor.”

“Good,” she nodded. She seemed to have more on her mind, so I didn’t make a move to leave.

“Now that that’s settled, there’s something else I would like to talk to you about. I hope you don’t think I’m being to forward but Aaron has displayed quite a bit of affection for you in class, so I don’t think your relationship is a secret.”

I gulped. I didn’t have any idea where the conversation was headed and that made me nervous.

“You seem to be a little less enthusiastic and more apprehensive about the relationship than Aaron is,” she said.

I nodded. Could she really see all that? My dad always told me I wore my heart on my sleeve. And I

always thought that was such a corny expression. But I guess there was some truth to it.

“I don’t normally involve myself in the love lives of my students but, as you’re already aware, Aaron has been a friend of the family for years. My husband and I don’t have children so we were like a second set of parents to the Donovan boys. So as you can imagine, I don’t want to see Aaron get hurt.”

I could feel my eyes grow wide. Did she just say Aaron get hurt? I think she had the equation all wrong. I was the one, who was worried about getting hurt.

Dr. Griffin looked at me with a very serious expression. “I can tell you’re a very strong young woman, Rainy. No matter what life throws at you, you’ll not only survive but come out stronger on the other end.

Aaron isn’t like you. He was never given the opportunity to build the strength of character that you obviously possess.”

That hit me like a ton of bricks. It took me a second to take in the full weight of her words.

She continued. “Aaron is arrogant. Probably one of the most arrogant people I’ve ever met. His brothers are, too. But don’t let his bravado fool you. Underneath is an extremely vulnerable young man.

By asking him to remove those layers of arrogance, which isn’t a bad thing, you’re also asking him to expose all of that vulnerability. He’s doing that for you so that requires some responsibility on your part.

You may not realize it but you have all of the power in your relationship with Aaron. I have to be honest with you, Rainy. If you broke Aaron’s heart, I don’t think he would ever fully recover.”

I had a difficult time absorbing everything Dr. Griffin was saying. Her words were making me dizzy. I

placed my hands on my temples in an attempt to steady myself. I never felt like I had any power at all when I was around Aaron. Just the thought of him made my insides melt.

“Please tread very carefully, Rainy.”

When I looked up at Dr. Griffin her expression had turned serious.

“I will,” was all I managed to say. My throat was suddenly dry. I needed to get out of her office and get some air.

I rose. “Thank you, Dr. Griffin,” I said as I turned and headed for the door.

When I exited the building, I was shocked to see Aaron standing in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest. I couldn’t believe he waited for me.

“How did it go, Sunshine?” he said when he saw me.

I was still trying to compose myself from the meeting and I hoped I didn’t look too flustered. “Fine,” I

said.

Aaron eyed me suspiciously. “You don’t look fine.”

There was no way I was going to tell him everything that Dr. Griffin had revealed.

“I was just surprised that Dr. Griffin is considering me for a research internship next semester. She was impressed with my work on the midterm and if I do well on the final and with our final project, then she’ll give me the job.”

When I looked up at Aaron, he was beaming. “Dr. Griffin is tough. It takes a lot to impress her. I’m so proud of you.” Aaron embraced me with a hug then kissed my forehead.

“You know what this means,” he said.

I shook my head.

“It means we have to work extra hard on our final project. I want you to get that research internship.”