One Week Later
“I better get back to work,” Rose said.
“Hey, Beau,” she said.
“I expected you to call,” he said.
“You’re looking good.”
She wanted him.
“You know, I can walk.”
“Beau?”
“Trust me.”
“Watch.”
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Beau wasn’t used to sneaking around.
“Does it matter?” he asked.
“I won’t?”
“No.”
“How do you know?”
“So, no worries of babies?”
“No.”
“You’re upset.”
“I think it’s best if I go.”
“Eloise, talk to me.”
“You wouldn’t fit.”
“Oh, baby, I would.”
“Shut up.”
Her answer was a whimper.
“Shut up and fuck me,” she said.
They were not mates.