Page 14 of Tempting the Goalie
“You learn something new every day,” she replies. “What are you getting out of this? Did Luc agree to be your sex teacher?”
“I wish. No, he’s pretty adamant about keeping our friendship platonic. He’s worried sex will screw things up.” I sigh.
“He isn’t wrong,” Priya says.
“I know, but I’m feeling like shit over West. I’m clearly broken.”
“Don’t speak that way about yourself. He was a player.”
“So I got played. How stupid am I?” I groan.
“You’re brilliant. It’s West who was missing brain cells. Besides, if Luc doesn’t want to be your teacher, then I’m sure you can find someone who will. You’re so beautiful. We’ll dress you up nice and put some makeup on you, and maybe you’ll catch the eye of one of Luc’s teammates. They must be as experienced as him.”
I would rather my sex tutor be Luc because I can trust him, but since he isn’t willing to take on the task, Priya is right. I need to hook up with one of his teammates.
“I have nothing to wear. The sexiest things in my closet are skinny jeans and sneakers,” I remind. “This totally sucks. I wanted to find some hot guy, or at least look so hot that Luc won’t be able to deny me.”
“I hate to say this,” Priya begins warily. “But getting sexual with your best friend is friendship suicide, and I know how much he means to you.”
“Gah, you’re right,” I grunt.
That’s when I remember we got dressed up as Charlie’s Angels for Halloween this year. I didn’t think of those dresses as real clothes, so I forgot about them until now.
“Priya, I have the answer,” I blurt. “Why didn’t I think of this before?”
“Oh no, this doesn’t sound promising,” she replies, her tone laced in worry.
“Remember those bodycon dresses we bought for Halloween? The three of us can wear them out tonight,” I suggest.
“You want the three of us to show up wearing the same dresses?” she asks as if the suggestion is weird.
"It's better than our usual jeans and hoodies. You guys should come over here to get ready. We can pool our makeup together and do our hair. It’ll be a memorable night for all of us.”
“Um, I guess that makes sense. I’ll call Yuna and shower. I should probably shave my legs and my bikini. The last time I saw any action was freshman year.”
I wince. “Good idea, call Yuna and be over here by eight. Luc said he’s picking me up around eleven.”
“You need three hours to get ready?” she asks, flabbergasted.
“For what I have planned I do.”
The doorbell rings justas I’m brushing through my wet hair. I showered, shaved, and plucked my eyebrows.
“I’ll get it,” I shout to my roomies. I run to the door wearing an oversized white T-shirt and a pair of light gray sweatpants.
Yuna and Priya stand in the doorway with wet hair and a backpack on each of their shoulders. “I can’t believe I allowed you guys to convince me to go to a bar on a Friday night,” Yuna says, giving me a half hug before walking past me.
“I told her we were all going to be old spinsters if we didn’t go.” Priya shrugs and gives me a half hug.
“Come in and let the transformation begin,” I say dramatically.
My roommate, Norah, passes us in the hall. “Big plans tonight?” she asks. We aren’t close but we get along just fine.
“We’re going to a bar,” I say to her.
“Someone’s birthday?” she asks.
“Nope,” I say. “Just going to meet some friends.”
