Page 25 of Reality Girl, Ep. 3

“Nobody will hook up with me back home. It’s a small town, and everyone knows everyone. After hooking up with a couple chicks in high school, that was it. They all talked about me after that.”

“Seriously?”

His gaze fell. “Yeah.”

“That sucks. What about college?”

“All I did was play football.”

“So, you’ve got like zero experience at macking on girls?”

“Pretty much.”

Teaching Eric how to pick up women would be parallel teaching a goat how to drive a car. He needed to refrain from speaking, and simply smile until he got in the bedroom. Then, he could unleash the porn-speak.

I envisioned him being slapped a few times before he got it right, though.

I motioned toward the stairway. “Get showered or whatever you’ve got to do, and then we’ll go see Franky.”

Orchestrating the sexual drama wasn’t going to be easy by any means, but it was necessary. Without something believable from Eric, there wasn’t going to be much of a show. As he sauntered toward the staircase, I wondered how in the hell I was going to make it through the rest of the men without Kelli knowing my mind – and heart – were elsewhere.