Note to self-give serious thought to becoming an alcoholic.
Jill Shalvis, Get A Clue.
“He held up his hand, and in it was... Oh, God. The neon-pink vibrator, glowing in the dark now. It was following her, stalking her, all the way down the yellow brick road to hell.”
“I've heard that men are like fine wine. They begin as grapes, and it's up to women to stomp the shit out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with.”
“Men exist because a vibrator can't fix a flat tire. On second thought, I should just buy a AAA card...”
“A few moments ago, he'd had her up against a wall, skirt shoved up to her belly button, hands in her panties, his fingers driving her straight to oblivion, and now... now he was this intense, cool,...”
“He was just drifting off when he heard her soft whisper. "Cooper?" "Still here." Maybe she'd changed her mind about the sheet. The thought made his body twitch. Yeah, she was going to toss that dam...”
“We could sit around and talk if you'd like.""Okay." She crossed her arms and tried to look casual. "So what's up?" "Considering what you're wearing beneath that sheet, and what we just heard in the...”
“Those who work, knows the strength of labour.”
“I only have so much willpower, Helen," he whispered. "And since you apparently sleep in the most ridiculously transparent tank top I've ever seen, I'm going to have to ask you to get under the cove...”
“I'm infatuated with you, I cannot deny it. Physically speaking, you're a very attractive man. But I don't like you, the vast majority of the time. So far as I can gather, you behave abominably in p...”