He hadn’t wanted to give the other man any inkling that it mattered. Because it didn’t. Absolutely not.Drink in hand, Elliott stood in the corner of the living room in Trent’s suite, absolutely not scanning the room for any sign of her. A couple blondes had passed by earlier, one of them giving him a significant look he thought meant he’d fucked at least one of them. When he hadn’t done more than give her a single nod, she’d stalked off in a huff. Her friend had given him the death stare over her shoulder, but all Elliott did was shrug. Since meeting Simone, he’d somehow lost his taste for blondes.“Elliott. Buddy.” Barry clapped him on the shoulder. “You ready to do some wheeling and dealing?”“You’re the wheeler dealer. Not me. I’m just the guy who knows how to use Google.”“You could do it, if you wanted. Get you out of that boring estate-law business. Get you into some lobbying full-time. C’mon. You’re the man.” Barry grinned.Elliott had to laugh at that.
What do You think about Every Part Of You Taunts Me?
