Page 62 of Playing a Player (Sweet Cravings 1)

"Oh, shit," I said and dropped my high heels as two strong hands grabbed my arms.

"Hey, Keira." Connor was smiling down at me. He let go of my arms and looked at his watch. "You must have had a good night," he said.

I pulled back. "Yeah, actually." I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "What are you doing here?"

"I had a meeting downtown and needed a quick lunch."

"Is Rory here?" I tried to peer around Connor.

"No, I think he's at work."

"Wait, so how did you..." I looked up at him. "Do

you have a key?"

"Um...no."

"Oh my God, Rory gave you a key to our apartment?"

"Here, I'll give it back to you." He reached into his pocket and pulled out the key.

"No, it's okay. If he gave it to you, that's fine. I was just surprised to see you." I crossed my arms in front of my chest.

He put the key back in his pocket. "You look great in just a t-shirt, by the way."

I couldn't help but smile. "Thanks, Connor. And I definitely owe you one. Your advice worked really well."

"So you two are together now then?" He ran his palm along the scruff on his chin.

"I don't really know. I think we're in a good place. But we haven't really talked about it. He asked me not to sleep with anyone else, though."

Connor frowned slightly. "I can talk to him if you want."

"Oh, geez, no. We're good. I don't want to freak him out. I'm so happy, I don't want to mess anything up."

"Okay." Connor scratched the scruff on his chin again. "I'm glad that you're happy, Keira. I'm gonna go. I just need to go to the bathroom real quick."

"Oh, yeah, of course." I stepped out of his way.

I had a slight sinking feeling in my stomach. Rory had asked me not to sleep with anyone else, but he had never said he wouldn't. I went into my bedroom and closed the door.

The dress I had worn last night was folded at the foot of my bed, and my bra was laying next to it. Oh God, he's been in my room? My eyes locked on my laptop in the middle of my bed. Shit.

I jumped on my bed and swiped my finger across the touchpad. The makeup tutorial I had been watching came up. My documents describing in painful detail my blossoming relationship with Rory weren't open. I sighed and looked back at the dress on my bed. There was a note on top of it.

"I'll be home at five. You better not be wearing underwear."

I gulped as I ran my fingers across the note. He wants me again. I glanced back at my computer screen. It was already past noon. I needed to finish my article.

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If this was going to be how my days went from now on, I wouldn't complain. Writing for a few hours while looking forward to having sex with the hottest man I had ever laid my eyes on was pure bliss. Judy had even sent me an email full of compliments about my latest installment. And there really was buzz about my articles. The online version of The Post had tons of comments underneath both my articles that had already been published. The best part was that it didn't seem like Rory or anyone he knew read The Post. So I could just focus on us and not put so much pressure on myself.

I pulled on a white tank top and jean shorts, but skipped the bra and thong. It was cold in the apartment and my nipples were clearly visible through my shirt. I quickly changed into a loose fitting v-neck t-shirt. Much better.

My hair was still wet from my shower, so there wasn't much I could do to it. I applied a little extra mascara and went out into the hallway. I wasn't sure what to do. Waiting by the door seemed pathetic. I went into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water.

Rory came in a second later. He pulled off his t-shirt as he walked over to me.

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