"Is that what you classify as a sexual escapade?" Rory laughed. "You need to get out more."
I could feel myself blushing.
"Oh, and by the way, you were kind of rude to Kelly this morning." He hesitated for a moment. "Or was her name Kim?"
"Come on." I didn't know her name either, but I also hadn't slept with her. I had been rude though. "Okay, fair point. I'm sorry, I just felt really uncomfortable because I had to listen to you two banging all night. I'll apologize the next time I see her, if that makes you feel better."
"You probably won't be seeing her again."
I rolled my eyes. When I said he could move in, I thought he was a nice guy.
"And I probably won't see Jackson or Connor again until the party on Friday."
"Okay." This conversation wasn't going well. "I just want to get a heads up when you're having people over."
"No problem."
"And about last night. It was really inconsiderate of you to invite me to a game of poker and then change it to strip poker without even telling me. It was really uncomfortable."
"I told you that you didn't have to play."
"That's not the point. If it's happening in my home, I'd just appreciate a heads up."
"Okay, I will let you know in advance whenever I'm going to be having fun."
"You're being a little dramatic."
"Am I? You're attacking me."
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bsp; "I'm not attacking you, I'm just trying to make it so that we can live comfortably together." Crap, I am attacking him.
"Look, if you're just going to make up a bunch of rules for no reason..."
"I've told you all the reasons."
"Right. Well maybe I want to set some rules too. Is that okay? Or is one of the rules that I'm not allowed to make up any rules?"
"Yeah. Of course."
"Great." He stood up. "I'd prefer if you didn't hook up with my friends."
Chapter 11
I lay awake in my room, staring at the ceiling. Why doesn't he want me to hook up with Connor? He had stormed off before I had gotten to ask him about it. First he had lied about Connor being a player, and then he had asked me not to hook up with his friends.
Does he like me?
This was stupid. We were both adults. I looked at my alarm clock. It was only twelve thirty. He was probably still up. I climbed out of bed and pulled on my silk robe. Before I lost my nerve, I knocked on his door.
A moment later he opened it. He was only wearing boxers. And glasses. I hadn't really been serious when I told him I liked guys in glasses. But they were so sexy on him.
"So, you wear glasses?" I asked. Obviously.
"Sorry," he said. "I should have told you. But it's only when I'm not wearing my contacts."
"Oh, no, that's fine. I was just rambling the other day anyway. I mean, who doesn't like tall, dark, and handsome? Glasses are nice though. They look good on you."