Page 9 of Tempting the Goalie
My eyes bulge from their sockets. Girls are always coming on to Luc, but this is excessive, even for him.
“Excuse me, but I’m busy right now,” Luc says to her. Her head jerks back and she looks at me. Her nose scrunches and her lips curl before she walks away, looking like her ego took a hit.
“Luc, what is going on?” I demand.
He squeezes his eyes shut and pinches the bridge of his nose. “I screwed up and the girls I was with videotaped ourinteraction. Now my whole career is on the line,” he confesses, looking completely distraught.
“Interaction?” I ask, confused.
“I was having a threesome,” he blurts and his cheeks turn a healthy pink.
I wince. “As in you had sex with three girls at the same time?”
“Two girls,” he clarifies.
“Holy shit,” I mutter.
“Izzy, I know it’s messed up. I have issues. Coach wants me to change my image and to do that I need a girlfriend. Since I’m not going to date anyone for real. . .”
“You need my help,” I finish his sentence.
“Will you do it?” he asks looking so hopeful, bashful, and ashamed all at once. I find it hard to deny him.
“This is crazy. I can’t be your pretend girlfriend,” I whisper.
“Izzy, you’re the only one I trust,” he whispers.
I look over to the study room where I see Priya and Yuna eavesdropping.
“My friends just overheard our conversation,” I inform matter-of-factly. They both turn their heads and look up to the ceiling, as if they weren’t just listening in.
“Please ask them to keep it quiet,” Luc begs.
“Please, who do you think we talk to?” Priya asks in return laughing, but when Luc levels her with his gaze, she slowly curls into a little ball on the chair.
I exhale.
“Izzy, I’m begging. I’m not a saint. I don’t deserve your help, but everything I’ve worked for is on the line.” He isn’t wrong. Luc worked hard to get out of Val-Du-Lys. He also wants to make enough money to help Elyna since she never made it to university and has a hard time holding down a job. With so much on the line, I can’t say no but I can make it worth my while too.
What if Luc and I were fake dating and he taught me how to keep a boyfriend? Clearly, I couldn’t keep West happy, and I wasn’t able to orgasm with him. Maybe Luc could teach me a few tricks to help me with my next boyfriend. Maybe that way I won’t be so pathetic that the guy I’m dating just starts dating someone else without notifying me.
“Izzy, what is going on in that head of yours?” My best friend looks concerned.
“I was thinking we could help each other out,” I say to him.
“How? You know I’m here for you. Whatever you need,” he confirms.
I know Luc and the minute I suggest he gives me relationship lessons; he is going to have a coronary.
“I need you to teach me how to keep a boyfriend.”
“What does that mean?” he asks warily.
“Teach me how to make sex enjoyable for a guy. Teach me how to come. That way I can keep my next boyfriend,” I say quietly.
He growls, “You’re killing me. There’s nothing wrong with you. West is an asshole. You did nothing wrong.”
“You can’t know that,” I snap.
