Page 50 of Playing a Player (Sweet Cravings 1)

Part of me was hoping that he still couldn't see me. I closed my eyes tight, somehow thinking if I couldn't see them, they couldn't see me either.

"Keira, are you okay?" Rory put his hand down for me.

"Oh, hi, guys." I could feel my face turning an even brighter red. I grabbed Rory's hand and he pulled me to my feet. "I just dropped my earring." I laughed awkwardly.

Rory starred at me. "Both of them?"

"What?" I quickly put my fingers on my earlobes. Shit, I'm not even wearing earrings. "Yeah, I guess so. But they weren't on the floor. I must have lost them earlier at the park." Why the hell did I just say that?

"I thought you were going out to dinner?" Rory and Connor looked at each other.

"Right. I did. And then we went for a walk in the park. It was very romantic." I was completely flustered. I had been playing it so cool around Rory, but now I was spiraling out of control. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves.

"Does very romantic usually end with you eating ice cream alone?" Connor asked.

I laughed. "It's not like I was going to put out on the first date. I'm not a whore."

Rory pulled out the chair across from mine and sat down. "So you've never slept with someone on the first date?"

Why is he sitting down? I took another deep breath. I needed to keep my composure. "No."

His eyebrows lowered slightly. "Well now I'm curious. How many guys have you slept with?"

Connor sat down next to Rory. He seemed just as eager to know my number.

"A normal amount." I sat back down and took a huge bite of ice cream so I could think of something to say to change the subject. "Why aren't you guys playing poker anymore?"

"It's not as fun without you," Connor said and winked at me. "Seriously, though, how many?"

"Where's Jackson?" I asked, ignoring their question.

"Probably out making his number higher."

I rolled my eyes.

"He got a call and had to leave early," Co

nnor said. "Poker isn't great with just two people. We were actually on our way to the bar down the street. Do you want to join us?"

I remembered the feeling of Rory's hands on my hips while we danced. His breath had lingered on my neck. I quickly crossed my legs. "Do you need a wingman or something?"

"Absolutely. You promised me that you were the best. But first tell us your number," Connor said. "Maybe we should be working on getting you laid instead."

I finished my last bite of ice cream. "Three." I said quietly. "I mean four. It's four." I locked eyes with Rory.

"Really?" Connor asked. "Only four?"

Rory was staring at me.

I could feel my face flushing. "Yeah, only four."

Connor glanced over at Rory and then back at me. "Okay, let's go."

"You guys can go ahead. I'm really tired from my awesome date."

"Come on, Keira." Connor stood up and put his hand out for me. "I'm a pretty good wingman too. And if I fail, I'll sleep with you myself." He winked at me again.

"I don't think she wants to come," Rory said.

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