Beatrice
I sniff. "I'm not crying," I tell Rock, as we walk toward the elevators.
He looks down at me and studies my face. "Are you crying?"
"A little, but it's not because of Cole."
Rock puts his arm around my waist and pulls me close to his side as we walk. "Mr. Temporary has made a million women cry. I'm not shocked."
"A million women?" A million is a lot of women. If he broke their hearts, then it's no surprise he would break mine.
"Did he take you to the Longhorn room?"
"Excuse me? That's a little personal."
Rock pushes the elevator call button. He arches an eyebrow at me and laughs. "Oh I get it. Longhorn. No, that wasn't a euphemism. I meant did he take you to the Longhorn? That's where he takes his ladies. It's an inn and a restaurant."
"No. He took me to his house."
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