Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Jamie’s father is a video game developer. His company, Foxy Industries, is one of the largest tech companies in the world. He named the company Foxy after the nickname he calls Jamie’s mom. His parents have weird names for each other.
Once the leg machine is free, Jamie plops down on the seat before I have the chance. But he needs it more, so I let it slide. He removes the towel hanging from his pocket and wipes down the equipment.
“We should play later,” I say, and he peeks up at me with a wicked grin.
“Think you can keep up with me?”
I throw my hand out at him and laugh. “Please. More like… can you keep up with me? Seriously, though, you should stay in with me after the game, kill off a few levels with me, and come to the games on Saturday. If you’re there, Bex might lower her guard more. She’s probably thinking it’s a date or some shit.”
“I guess,” Jamie says after a long pause. “But I’m not leaving the house at the ass crack of dawn with you. I’ll meet you and Bex for the second half of the games. Maybe Bex has some hot friends she can bring along for me. And I’ll warm up to her… do some recon for you.”
I slap him on the back, and he groans. “I knew I could count on my wingman.”
He huffs. “You know, you could just ask Bex whatever you want to know. Stop acting like such a pussy.”
I let out a frustrated groan. “Whatever. I’m going to go hit the showers. I’ll catch you later.”
“I’m making dinner later,” he says, out of breath from lifting the bar. “Make sure you’re home.”
I narrow my eyes at him, confused as fuck. “You’re making dinner? In the microwave? You don’t know how to cook.”
“One of the girls I met last week is coming over after she’s done at work. Since she’s making dinner for me, by extension, she’s now cooking for the entire house.”
“Sounds good. Don’t do anything stupid. I don’t want my food poisoned.”
He laughs. “Nah, Shannon is cool. You should see the body on this chick. She’s a dancer.”
“Explains a lot. So, you’re paying a stripper to make us dinner? I think I’ll take my chances with the cafeteria.”
Jamie snorts. “I’m not pathetic. Give me some credit, Prez. She’s in some dance contest this weekend at The Sixth Floor. There’s a cash prize for the best female dance group. You should come.”
I raise a curious eyebrow at him. “I don’t know. A dance competition? Sounds kind of lame.”
“It’s at a nightclub.”
“I’ve been to The Sixth Floor before.”
He grunts after his last rep and straining himself to lift the bar. “Oh, right. We went there last year for a Thirsty Thursday special. Anyway, the contest is open to the public. Don’t tell me you’re going to turn down the chance to look at a bunch of half-naked girls working their way through college.”
“Anyone we know going?”
He sets the weights down with a loud grunt. “Some of the girls from Kappa will be there. It’s a sorority thing. I think.”
“Are Drake, Tuck, and Trent going?”
He shoots me a look as if I’m crazy. “Are you kidding? They’re all over it. You should be, too. A club full of drunk, horny girls? Who would want to miss that?”
“Why are you going with this chick who’s cooking us dinner? She’s going to cock-block the shit out of you, and probably us, too.”
“Whatever,” he growls. “Shan’s pretty cool. You’ll like her. Her friends are hot.”
“Are they stripping? What kind of contest are we talking here?”
“Nope, I wish.” He licks his lips. “I’d pay good money to see that. There’s a five-hundred-dollar prize for the best group.”
“And it’s all girls?”
“Yeah, it’s kind of like Coyote Ugly, you know how they dance on bars in the movie? Shan said they have to dress up. Sounds hot. You should take out your tampon and come with us.”
I make a fist and tap his arm, not enough for it to hurt but for his stupid remark.
He laughs and shakes it off.
“Hot chicks and beer.” I wink at him, slinging my towel over my shoulder. “That was your sales pitch right there, and I’m sold. See ya at home.”
Jamie counts out a few reps. “Later.”
I walk toward the locker room wondering if I can convince Bex to come out with us on Saturday night. I have to find a way because Jamie is right about one thing—I have it bad for my coach’s daughter—and I can’t get her out of my head.
Chapter Four
BEX
“I still can’t believe you had dinner with Preston Parker,” Taylor shouts, her voice far too loud for those passing by us. “My ovaries would have exploded sitting next to him.”
“Would you keep it down?” I lower my voice to a more audible level, my feet moving faster to get away from any lingering ears. “I don’t think everyone heard you across campus.”