The Hockey Goalie's Tutor: Don't Kiss the Playboy Star

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st met drag me into doing something

from school - showed up on my porch with a party invite. Fo

s daughter, the one who's supposed to be home o

'just' has a social

to resist. I found myself tradin

ybe I could mak

ed his social life, then I would

e me was Kevin, engrossed in a m

the rips in my high-waisted jea

akeover for me - and god, those damn

al

ruity concoction I found in

Who do we h

ecognised

he was the last person I

was dressed normally, in a plain long-sleeved shi

ipal Bennett's daughter, the one and only." Jaso

cided to ignore him. If only he co

ason snatched my cup b

smirk curled on his lips. "Does Daddy know you're at

rned away. But it seemed Jason wasn't going to let me

e alone,

heard you dressed up thinking you were going

e know that? His friend beside him shot me an apologetic lo

You know... you loo

ason stepped too close

me? We both toppled to the ground,

d I scrunched my nose in distaste while try

e," I mana

pped my face. I froze. His hands were warm ag

trouble. And just as I suspected

lease," he murmured against my m

tely shut down. It

I found myself getting lost in the mome

urning my head to t

, and people were taking sh

eone helped pull Jason off me, and I looked up to se

rst into tears. I was sitting in the sand, my clot

crowd amid the boos and jeers from the students.

ts tight, shielding me from the curious, gaw

reathed a sigh of relief, then grinn

dazed gaze pinned me in place. I scanned the

ll in the corner, his friend

seemed to have

ked across t

ry.

eave me

ained with the taste of

itter smile. "Thought hockey players would

Garbage! Got it. C'mon, next time I

her car, and I'd just clicked my s

Lily knew all about his strict, old-f

nes popped up, from Jason' s number-th

ll take the te

That' s all? W

een went black, tossing the phone aside and s

st tig

sed to face my