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The way he was talking made it seem like he wanted me again. "Well, I find everything you do sexy."
"Then maybe we should go home and do more sexy things to each other. I have a few things in mind." He grabbed my hand and led me out of the closet.
Playing A Player - Chapter 32
Making love in his bed was even better than making love in a closet. I had thought that my ex-boyfriends had loved me, but now I was certain that they hadn't. Because none of them had made me feel like this before. And if I hadn't written an article about playing Rory, then I'd be the happiest I had ever been.
Instead, I was starring at his beautiful face after he had fallen asleep, worrying about telling him the truth. My last article was coming out in the morning. It was the last step, "Make Him Jealous," which involved going on a fake date. And about how it worked. How Rory said he wanted more. How we had become friends with benefits. I had written it the way my editor wanted me to. But it wasn't true. My original goal of the piece had worked, though. I had gotten a player to stop playing. I had gotten him to break his norms of one night stands and settle down with me. I had tricked him into falling in love with me.
I sat up in his bed. That was the problem. I tricked him into liking me. Maybe he would find the whole thing funny.God.How would anyone find that funny?I needed to know more about his ex. I needed to know what went wrong. If it was just betraying his trust then I was completely screwed.
I pulled on one of Rory's t-shirts and tiptoed out of his room. My purse was sitting on the kitchen counter. I grabbed my phone out of it, scrolled through my contact list, and found Connor's name. It wasn't even 8 a.m. I wasn't sure what Connor's normal weekend schedule was like, but I hoped I wouldn't be disturbing his sleep too much. I pressed the call button and drummed my fingers against the counter as it rang.
"Hello?" Connor sounded awake. But he also definitely didn't realize it was me calling.
"Hey, Connor. It's Keira."
"Is everything okay?" He sounded concerned. Like he thought that last night had most likely gone horribly, horribly wrong.
"Yeah, everything's great." I sat down on a stool. I knew what I was about to do was awkward, but I needed to know. "I was actually just calling to ask you a favor."
"What do you need?"
"I was wondering if you could tell me what happened between Rory and his ex?"
Connor was silent for a second. "Shouldn't you just ask him about that?"
"He doesn't seem to want to talk about it." I stopped tapping my fingers against the counter. "Please, Connor, it's important."
"I'll be right over."
"Oh, no, you don't need to come over. We can just talk on the phone."
"I'm already on my way." Connor clicked off.
"Wait, Connor?"
The line was dead. I looked down at my phone.Weird.I walked over to my bedroom so I could get changed, but there was aknock on the front door.What the hell?I walked over to the door and peered through the peephole. Jackson was standing there.
Shit.I was only wearing one of Rory's t-shirts. Did that matter? Rory had already told him that we were sleeping together. But the t-shirt was kind of see-through.
Jackson knocked on the door again.
Crap.I opened up the door a crack.
Jackson's eyes immediately fell on my legs. "I'm guessing things are going well with Rory?" He smiled at me.
"Mhm. What are you doing here?"
Jackson pushed the door open the rest of the way and walked in. He was holding a fruit tray. "Is Rory still asleep?" he asked, ignoring my question.
I crossed my arms over my chest. "Yeah. It's a little early, Jackson. What are you doing here?" I repeated.
"It's Sunday Brunch Day." He held up the fruit tray. "I brought the fruit."
Of course you did."I feel like you guys are just making stuff up so you can hang out here as much as possible."
"You two do have the nicest place. But we actually do this every second Sunday of the month. And Rory has to host because he's the chef." Jackson sat down on one of the kitchen stools."He's super annoying in other people's kitchens. He's always complaining about dull knives and crap like that."
