Olivia
Halfway to Rock's house, I say a little prayer to God that Rock's the kind of man who takes advantage of a drunk girl. I'm pretty sure he is. He parks his Aston Martin in front of his house and doesn't even ask me if I want to go to the guest house.
A man in charge. I like it. I prepare myself to be seduced.
He opens my door, and I fall out. "They moved the ground," I say. "Why the hell would they do that?"
"Nobody moved the ground," Rock says, helping me up. "Do you think I have people to move the ground?"
"You have a telephone in the guest house bathroom. Obviously, you can move the ground."
He sweeps me into his arms. "The telephone in the bathroom is for emergencies," Rock explains as he walks toward the front door. "We don't want any Elvis replays in the guest house. Lia
