How to Marry a Billionaire by Elise Sax

Author:Elise Sax [sax, elise]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Elise Sax
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

Beatrice

I don’t know if Rock’s appearance at our table is going to be good like Rosalind thinks or bad like Bessie thinks, but I take the moment when everyone’s distracted to grab another pulled pork sandwich.

“I heard you were in South America, raping the land,” Bessie tells Rock.

“All done,” he says, his smile never faltering. “Land is thoroughly raped.”

“Rock is a land developer,” Cole explains.

Rock pats Cole’s back. “Thank you, Sprinkles. See, Bessie? Land developer sounds so much better than land rapist.”

“To-may-to, to-mah-to,” Bessie says.

Rock arches an eyebrow and flashes his pearly whites at Olivia, who chokes on her spit and giggles like an idiot. Then he winks at me as I chomp down on my pork sandwich. He’s very good-looking, but he doesn’t elicit the same reaction that I get when I’m face to face with Cole. Maybe it’s an allergy thing, where Cole affects my body on a cellular level.

Cole is my peanuts, soy, wheat allergy combo.

I glance over at him for a split second and shudder. I take another bite of my sandwich. I’m sort of pissed off that I have this kind of reaction to a man, but I can’t help it. Still, I wish I had this reaction to weight training or a Zumba class instead. I finish the sandwich and look for something else to stuff in my face, but everything’s gone except for the checkerboard tablecloth.

I feel Rosalind looking at me, and I look her way. She shakes her head, disapproving of my eating, which I assume is totally against all billionaire-hunting etiquette. Billionaire hunters probably only sniff food lightly and then do Pilates.

“How about we go see Tiffany and Holly in the barrel races? They’ve got a good shot at winning this year,” Cole says and smiles at me.

Whoa. I nod vigorously and hop up from my seat. I’ll go anywhere with you, I want to say. I’ll follow you to the barrel racing. I’ll follow you to the IRS, the proctologist’s office, or anywhere. Oh, crap. I got it bad.

“Actually, Olivia and I have to get back to the room to discuss a business venture we’ve been contemplating,” Rosalind says, grabbing Olivia’s arm.

But Olivia slaps her away and continues to ogle Rock like he’s a tall, blond Adonis. And of course, he is.

“Come on,” Rosalind tells her between clenched teeth. But Olivia ignores her. She only has eyes for Rock.

“I think they’re starting now,” Cole says.

We walk as a group across the dusty fields toward the rodeo stands. Olivia trips twice because she’s staring up at the back of Rock’s head instead of watching where she’s going, but Rosalind catches her both times. Cole gets us seats right up against the fence, and he stands, waiting for me to sit. When I do, Rock slips in quickly next to me and throws Cole a neener neener look that seems to make Cole’s blood boil. I can see his jaw clench, and his hands are fists. I don’t know what the story is between Cole and Rock, but I’m glad Rock is sitting next to me.

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