Page 16 of Tempting the Goalie
She returns moments later. “I brought a pair of skinny jeans with this top,” she says holding up a tight black top that plunges in the front.
“That would be great for Priya, she has a nice rack to show off.” I wink.
“Thanks,” Priya says.
“And here’s a plaid skirt and a cropped T-shirt. You may be cold, but this outfit is going to look fire on you,” Norah says to Yuna.
“Oh, wow, this is really like Halloween,” Yuna replies with a jittery voice.
“You girls are gorgeous. You all clean up nice,” Norah compliments.
“Thanks so much for all your help,” I say to her.
“No worries.” She waves me off. “Just give my clothes to Izzy and I’ll get them back from her.”
“Of course,” Priya says. “Can I have some of that red lipstick too?”
Norah’s blue eyes pop. “Hell yes.” She walks over to Priya and does her lips happily.
“When you guys are dressed, give me a shout and I’ll take some pics of you guys,” Norah says.
“Will do,” I say.
Norah leaves and we all get dressed. With these clothes on we look like different people altogether.
We take a few silly selfies before heading over to Norah’s room. She takes some pictures of us.
My phone rings and I see Luc’s name come up on the screen. I duck out of her room and head into the hall to pick up the call.
“What’s up?” I ask.
“Do you still want to go out?” he asks.
“Yes, Priya and Yuna are here too. They’re going to join us,” I say.
I hear him blow out a breath and mutter something I can’t understand. “See you in ten, Mon coeur.”
“I’ll be ready,” I say to him, and we end the call.
He sounds down, which is understandable with all the drama he’s dealing with.
“Let’s get our shoes and jackets on. Luc will be here any minute,” I say to my friends since the hockey house is only a few minutes away by car.
The girls thank Norah for her generosity and we head downstairs. I put on my white sneakers and my puffer coat.
“You’re showing off quite a bit of leg,” Yuna teases, waggling her brows at me.
“Same to you.” I laugh.
“I feel so sexy,” she says, touching her red lips.
“It’s crazy how a little makeup and a pretty dress can make you feel good,” I say.
“Come on, guys. We don’t need makeup and sexy clothes to feel good,” Priya reminds.
“I know, but I feel so sexy. This is what society expects us to look like. This is what West wanted me to be,” I confess.
Priya frowns.
