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on her face out of my mind. That cold resistance. That painful annoyance. All directed at me.
    It makes me nauseous just thinking about it.
    I stand over the barbell as Junior lays on the bench beneath it with his hands extended upward to grip the bar.
    “You okay?” he asks me.
    “Yeah, why?”
    “You seem a little…” he lowers the bar to his chest and I keep my hand hovering beneath it, “serious.”
    I stare down at his handsome, upside-down face. I’m usually the one giving advice on how to pick up girls but I’m clearly out of my element when it comes to Rose. The forbidden woman.
    Junior Morgan knows a thing or two about that.
    “So, how did you do it?” I ask him.
    Junior straightens his arms, forcing the barbell upward. “Do what?”
    “You know — bang the coach’s daughter.”
    He pauses. “I never thought I’d have to explain the birds and the bees to you , John.”
    I sigh. “I mean… the coach told us hands off Eliza, remember?”
    “I do.”
    “But you definitely didn’t do that.”
    “No, I did not.”
    “Okay, then. How did you convince her that was a good idea? Spill.”
    Junior sets the bar onto the rack and sits up, staring at me through narrow eyelids. “What’s up, John?”
    “I have a forbidden lady friend and she’s not going for my usual moves. I need to know how you pulled it off.”
    “Ohh…” he grins. “This is about the trifecta , isn’t it?”
    “Of course.”
    “Let me guess — the teacher?”
    “Yeah.”
    He rolls his eyes. “Professors aren’t allowed to mess around with students, man. She could lose her job.”
    “ You weren’t allowed to mess around with Eliza Pierce and you still did it.”
    “Right… and we lost our chance at the championship because of it.”
    “I don’t need a lecture,” I say. “I just need to know how you caught her attention and made her ignore the possible consequences in favor of hot, sweaty sex in the back of your van.”
    He shrugs. “I’m Junior Morgan.”
    I frown. “You suck at giving advice, dude. Thanks a lot.”
    “Okay…” he chuckles. “What I’m about to tell you is sacred knowledge passed down through generations of satisfied men and must never be spoken of outside of this room. Agreed?”
    I sit down on the next bench across from his. “I’m listening…”
    “Have you tried…” he glances over his shoulders for prying ears, “showing an interest in her as a person and not just as a hole to stick your dick into?”
    I blink. “Seriously? That’s your sacred knowledge?”
    “Yeah,” he nods. “What’s she into?”
    “Doggy style, I hope.”
    “No…” he laughs. “What are her hobbies ? What does she do outside of school? What’s important to her? That kind of thing.”
    “Oh…” I think for a second. “I have no idea.”
    “Find out,” he says. “Then, take an interest in that thing yourself or, at the very least, acknowledge it in a way that shows that you support it.”
    “And that’s how you got Eliza’s attention?”
    “Yeah. Eliza’s a theatre major, so I went to her audition. I helped her memorize her lines. I supported her.”
    “It was that easy?”
    “Oh, no .” He shakes his head. “I never said that it was easy … but it was worth it.”
    I try to come up with ways of getting to know Rose but I may have already screwed my chances. Something tells me this is going to be significantly harder than watching a damn audition.
    Junior leans forward. “Look, John… you want some real advice?”
    “Sure,” I shrug.
    “Don’t fake this. Don’t lead her on, making her think you’re someone other than who you really are just to get in her pants and never talk to her again. If you just want sex, we both know you can get it somewhere else anytime you want.”
    “Damn right.”
    “If she doesn’t want the same thing, just move on to the next girl who will. I told Eliza from the beginning that I just wanted sex and she did, too. It was a nice, honest, casual