Page 89 of Playing a Player (Sweet Cravings 1)

Rory laughed and took a shot. "I hate you."

This time no one stopped me from doing the math. For some reason I thought it would be close to the 100 women Jackson had thrown out earlier when I was eavesdropping. But it was so much worse. It was over 100 women a year. "That's over 600 women." I dropped my fork. "Rory, have you seriously slept with over 600 women?"

"What? No. God, no." He scratched the back of his neck.

"But you said you only ever did one night stands. So that's...624 women. Give or take depending on how lucky you were."

"They weren't all one night stands."

"Then why did you tell me that? So you have been dating other people between Harper and me?"

"No. Wait, how do you know about Harper?"

My stool made a terrible screeching noise as I stood up. I felt like I was going to throw up. "Rory, can I talk to you in private for a second?"

As soon as we were in my bedroom, I thought I'd start freaking out, but I didn't even know what to say to him. I just wanted to cry. That was too many women. I wasn't sure if I had ever even talked to 624 men.

"They weren't all one night stands, but I wasn't serious about any of them. They were just boot

y calls, Keira. They didn't mean anything."

"So you had a few girls you'd call up randomly just to have sex with you?"

"A few dozen girls, yes."

"Dozens? So, they're like...in your phone right now?"

"It's not like I'm going to call them anymore."

"They might call you."

"I won't answer. Here, delete them if you want. Seriously, Keira, none of them mean anything to me."

I looked down at the contact list in his phone. There were so many girl's names in his phone. And they all had stars next to them. "You rated them?"

"Oh, shit." He scratched the back of his neck. "I forgot about that. Don't look at me like that. You knew I'd slept with a lot of other women."

"So if it's not 624 women, what is your number?"

"I'd say closer to 100 or something."

"So some of these women you've had sex with several times then?" I looked back down at his contact list. There were only a few girls that had five stars next to them. "Like, Tiffany Five Stars?"

"I've slept with Tiffany a handful of times, yes."

"I don't have a rating. Did I not even rank? Am I that bad or something?" Why did men always seem to be able to make me feel so insecure. Why did I so desperately want to know how I compared to these other girls. I felt so gross.

"Damn it, Keira, why are we even talking about this?" He grabbed his phone back and shoved it into his pocket. "You don't get a rating because you're my girlfriend. You're a freaking ten okay? I can't get enough of you. You know that."

"Rory, I figured you'd had threesomes. I figured you'd slept with women after only knowing them for a few minutes. Sex in a public restroom? Sure, why not. I figured that too. But 100 women is a lot of women. I'm not sure I'm the kind of girl you're looking for, Rory. I don't have a lot of experience. I don't ever even want to have a threesome. It seems complicated and gross."

Rory laughed. "I'm done with those things. I don't want to share you with anyone else. Not even another woman." He smiled at me. "And I like that you're inexperienced."

I didn't know if it was the alcohol or the tension of the situation somehow evaporating, but I started laughing. "You're such a slut, Rory."

"I was a slut. I'm not going to cheat on you, Keira. Actually, the more I find out about you, the more I like you. Well, except for the fact that you rounded second base with Connor. I kind of wish that didn't happen."

"I'm so sorry." I was still giggling.

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