Page 58 of Playing a Player (Sweet Cravings 1)

He's asking me out. I took another bite of chicken. No, he's asking me not to sleep with anyone else. Is there a difference? "What is your number?"

"More than four." He smiled at me.

"You've slept with more than four women since you've moved in."

He laughed. "Yeah. Well, it's been harder living with you than I anticipated."

What did he mean by that? Did he really mean that living with me made him horny all the time?

"You look amazing in that dress, by the way."

"Thanks." He had subtly changed the subject, but I didn't care. I didn't need to know his number. All I needed to know was that he wanted me. For real now. "So, I'm hard to live with?" I smiled innocently at him.

"I'm used to having guy roommates."

"I'm used to having girl roommates."

"So this is kind of uncharted territory for both of us." He took another sip of wine. "What else don't I know about you?"

"Well, what do you want to know?"

"What's the most embarrassing thing you've ever done?"

"What makes you think it wasn't something I've done since you moved in?"

He laughed. "Because you get embarrassed really easily. You're blushing right now."

I could feel my cheeks flushing. "Actually, there was this guy I really liked in high school. And I was hoping he'd ask me to prom. A few days before prom I walked outside and he had written on my car with this foam stuff, asking me to be his date to prom. And I freaked out. I ran over to him and threw my arms around him and told him how I had a crush on him all of high school."

"That's not embarrassing. That's just a cute story."

"I didn't get to the embarrassing part. So he pulls back from me and asks who I am. And I'm thinking, weird, we had a bunch of classes together and you just asked me to prom. So I say I'm Keira and I point to my car. And he says, I'll never forget it: 'Shit, sorry Carrie, I must have gotten the wrong car. Do you know which car is Ashley's?' He didn't even know my name after I told him."

Rory started laughing. "Okay, that is embarrassing. And horrible."

"I was a total geek in high school. You know, frizzy hair, glasses, the whole thing. No one was ever going to ask me to prom."

"So you went alone?"

"I went with my friends. That's how I like to put it."

"Hmm. Well, it's his loss. Frizzy hair, glasses, and all. There's no way Ashley was as hot as you." He sipped his wine as his eyes fell on my breasts.

"Were you always super sexy? Even in high school?"

He looked back up at me. "Super sexy huh?" He put his hand on my thigh. "Is that what you think?"

He hadn't answered any of the questions I had asked him. But all I could think about was his hand on my thigh. I didn't want his fingers to stop moving. "I think I'm done with dinner," I said breathlessly.

"I agree. I think it's time for dessert." He pushed his plate away.

The way he was looking at me made me blush again. I had barely eaten anything. But I wasn't really that hungry anymore. I only had one thing on my mind now. I wanted him so badly. "I'm pretty full."

"Well, maybe I'll just indulge myself then. It's something I've been craving since this morning."

I was super curious about what he had made. If it was something chocolate then I wouldn't be able to resist trying it. He was an amazing chef. I watched as he pushed the rest of the dishes to the side to make room for the dessert. But instead of walking over to the oven or fridge, he grabbed my waist and lifted me onto the counter.

His hands slowly spread my thighs.

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