Page 5 of How to Win the Girl

She’s in my space, chin tilted up. “Has any girl ever…” She lowers her eyes. “Youknow.”

Uh. No, I don’t know. “Know what?”

“You know—has any girl at a party or whatever, ever offered to…”

Her eyes are downcast again, then flick back up to mine.

Is she asking what I think she’s asking?

“Offered to…?” I think I know what she’s implying, but I need to hear the words myself before jumping to conclusions.

She shifts on her heels, adjusting the bag on her shoulder. I’m not saying she looks uncomfortable, but this time, she does turn a particular shade of pink.

“To do you a personal favor.”

A personal favor?

Personal…

Ohhhh! She meansBLOWJOB! Ah, this makes more sense to me now, but the reason she’s asking still confuses me.

I nod. “Yeah sure—all the time.”

All the fucking time, actually, especially when I’m out and drinking, although to be fair it happens to friends of mine, too, and not just the football player variety. I hear all the time about chicks offering to blow the bouncers and door dudes at bars and clubs so they can skip the line and get inside—usually if they’re underage.

Never been approached about it in a parking lot, though—

Nope.

That’s not true. I have been approached in parking lots, but it’s normally outside a bar.

“Interesting.” Felicity clucks her tongue. “When was the last time anyone offered?”

Anyone? Or any female, ’coz I’ve had dudes offer, too. Never taken one up on it, but theyhaveoffered…

I shrug. “Probably a few months ago.” It’s been a slow social year, what with the pressure of football, my brother starting his NFL career, and my other brother already playing in it. Not to mention, our new roommate, who happens to be a female and my brother’s girlfriend.

“Are you interested?”

Come again? It’s barely four o’clock!

Not that there’s an appropriate time to get one’s dick sucked, but this doesn’t seem like one of them.

I give the watch on my wrist a cursory glance. “I really don’t have time for a blow job—unless you can make it super quick?”

“Superquick?” Her face scrunches up as if I’ve said something distasteful.

“Yeah. You’d have to suck it hard and fast to get me to come. I have shit to do.” My words are matter of fact. Are they harsh? Maybe. But I’m Drake Colter, and I only have time for one game, and that game is football.

Felicity’s mouth falls open, which is a good start to moving things along. “You don’t have time for a blow job? What else do you have going on that’s more important?”

Why does she sound so annoyed? I’m keeping it real!

“Um, my brother has a date, and I have to check it out.”

“Your brother has a date?” she deadpans, unenthused. “Were you invited?”

“No.” Not that it matters, but Drew and I do almost everything together. Shouldn’t I have a say in who he decides to spend his time with when we’re not?

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