Page 24 of Forbidden Puck
“Whatever. I guess it's my word versus hers, isn't it?”
“Anyway,” I continued, “now we're not even friends anymore, because she can't stand the sight of me. In her mind,I'mthe one who let her get taken advantage of by my heartless, asshole brother. I lost a good friend, all thanks to you.”
“So what—you want to fuck Radar to get back at me? Is that what you're telling me?”
“God, no.” I rolled my eyes. “I don't care about him. Besides, I've got enough bad luck with shitty men in my life. The last thing I need to do is go scraping at the bottom of the barrel with some hockey playing meat-head who can't keep his dick in his pants. All I'm trying to do is teach you a lesson: you shouldn't sleep with your sibling's best friend.”
“Whew. That's a relief.” Lance paused. “You really had me going for a minute there. I really believed it when you said you thought he was hot.”
“Well, Idothink he's hot.”
“Hey, what the hell?!”
“I'm not going to lie about something so obvious, Lance! He's a total babe.”
“Oh, God, here we go with that again … youcouldjust lie for my sake, but no …”
“Relax. I don't go for hockey players. And besides, I'm not the kind of girl that would bone my brother's best friend.” I paused. “That's the big difference between you and me.”
“Oh. Okay. Thanks, uh, I think.” Lance scratched the back of his head. “By the way, I'm a changed man now. I don't sleep around like I used to.”
“Really?”
“Yep. I'm sort of seeing a girl right now. Lindsay.”
“Oh—the butt model!” I squealed.
His nostrils flared. “Radar told you about her?”
“You left us alone forever last night! Of course you came up. What'd you think we'd talk about?”
Just then, I saw it.
“Lance!” I gasped.
“Yeah?”
I pointed it out. A giant brick-red leather couch.
“Hey! That's it! The perfect color, too!” Relief filled Lance's face. “We can finally be done shopping!”
Lance paid for the item, and the shop owner told him they could actually deliver it today,which was perfect. We climbed back into Lance's sports car and headed home.
On the drive back to the condo, I quietly watched as the streets of Boston rolled by my window. I was thinking about last night.
I'm not the kind of girl that would bone my brother's best friend.
If that was true, then why did I feel guilty when I said it?
I wouldn'tactuallyhave kissed him, right? Even if I did, it would've been a drunken mistake, and nothing else would've happened …
I snagged my lip between my teeth.
Normally, hearing a guy was a womanizer was a total turn-off. But, with Radar, there wassomething appealing about losing my v-card to a rugged, experienced man, who'd justtake itfrom me without a thought or the pretense of wanting something more. And then the whole thing would finally be over and done with and wouldn't torment me any longer or get in the way of any decent men I met in the future.
Listen to yourself. That's nothing more than a silly revenge fantasy, and you know you wouldn't actually want anything to do with him.
Chapter 8
