I could feel my jaw drop. What the fuck? "Rory, can I talk to you?"
"Yeah." He reluctantly pulled his eyes away from the girl to his left. He stood up and walked over to the kitchen. I followed him, fuming.
"You're turning my apartment into a brothel?!"
Rory laughed. "Well, it was going to be a normal poker night, but then you saw me naked this morning. So I figured this wouldn't be a big deal."
"Well it is a big deal."
"You don't have to play. I can call someone else to be our sixth."
Jealousy seared through me. Do I want to do this? Can I even change his opinion about me?
Rory was no longer even looking at me. His eyes were back on the girl that he had been flirting with.
"Fine. Game on." I turned on my heel and went back to the table. Maybe I could make him jealous too. Connor had his arm on the back of my chair. I sat down without flinching and smiled at him. Besides, I knew how to play poker. It wasn't like I was going to lose.
Connor dealt out the first hand.
I knew how to play, but it didn't mean I was lucky. I exchanged one card, but my hand still sucked. I had a variety of suits and no pairs or anything in a row. "I fold." I put my cards face down on the table. Connor was smiling at me.
"Okay, full house," Connor said and placed his cards on the table, fanning them out to the side.
Everyone else at the table was silent.
Connor drummed his hands on the table. "Take it off, Keira!"
I felt my face already blushing. "What do you want me to take off?"
"Hmm." Connor studied me for a minute, before reaching over and lightly touching the bottom hem of my tank top. "How about this?"
Luckily I was wearing a nice bra. I reached down to lift off my shirt, but before I could, Connor pushed the fabric up the sides of my torso. My body tensed. His fingers pressed against my flesh as he pushed my tank top up over my bra. I gulped. No one had ever undressed me before. I locked eyes with him as I put my hands above my head. He lifted my tank top off over my head and pulled it slowly down my arms. Connor whistled approvingly as he tossed my shirt on the floor. But Rory didn't even look at me. I bit my lip. This isn't working.
Connor dealt out the next hand. The girl to the left of Rory won. She straddled Rory and pulled his shirt over his head. What a slut. I watched as his hand slipped down her back and grabbed her ass. I rolled my eyes at them as Jackson laughed. I looked over at Jackson. He was laughing at me! I lightly pushed his arm. The girl next to him gave me a look to kill. Geez. I put my hands back on my lap.
A few rounds later, I was a little more than tipsy. Everyone except Connor had lost their shirts. And the girl next to Jackson had lost her skirt. I was pretty sure she was losing on purpose. I exchanged one card and smiled. I laid my hand down on the table. "Four of a kind."
Connor tossed his cards down in disgust.
"Hmm." I looked around the table. Rory leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. He looked me up and down. I loved the feeling of his eyes on me. He smiled at me. He thought I was going to choose him. Not today, Rory. I looked over at Connor. He was pouting, but I could tell he wasn't really upset. "Your turn, Connor."
Connor gave me a seductive smile. I wanted to make Rory jealous. I was glad I was wearing low rise jean shorts. I stood up, walked behind Connor's chair, and slid my hands over his shoulders and down his chest. I leaned in, pressing my breasts against his shoulder, as I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up. I moved my fingers up his chiseled abs and slowly lifted his shirt over his head. He caught my wrist in his hand.
"I need another drink. Come with me," he said.
I gulped, but followed Connor into the kitchen. I didn't have much of a choice, since his hand was still wrapped firmly around my wrist.
When we reached the fridge he touched the middle of my chest, pushing my back against the cold stainless steel.
"I know what you're doing."
"What?" My face flushed.
"You're trying to make Rory jealous."
"I don't know what you're talking about. I don't like Rory. Besides, we have this like roommate pact thing or something. So even if I did, I wouldn't pursue it. But I don't anyway, so it doesn't matter."
"Do you want my help or not?" Connor put his hands on either side of me.