This is illegal. If you don't let me out, you'll be arrested. I swear you will. You'll go to prison and be forced to have intimate relations with a man named Butch. Let. Me. Out.
Gena ShowalterYes, you make yourself useful, angel boy. Meanwhile, Iโll be in the bathroom.โ Williamโs jet-black hair was dripping wet and plastered to his face. There was a fluffy white towel wrapped around his waist, displaying muscles that rivaled Parisโs own, and a tattooed treasure map that led to his man junk. Looking at his, you could see the makings of a temper so savage anyone who miraculously survived an encounter with him would end up needing therapy. And diapers. โIโve got to finish deep conditioning my hair.โ Or maybe not so savage.
Gena ShowalterGive me the effing phone, Strider grumbled, opening his palm and waving his fingers. Effing? William laughed with genuine amusement. You ever realize how polite you get when you're hammered? And you know what they say. A man's true charactor is revealed when he's toasted. So you gotta face facts, man. You're a closet gentlmen. Loser! The heck I am! Even Paris laughed at that.
Gena ShowalterI have to know" "What? What do you have to know?" "What you taste like." Another step. What happens when you know?" she rasped. "I stop wondering. Stop dreaming of you every night, thinking of you every minute of every day." Another step closer. "I think you wonder, too. I think you dream of me and wonder. You hate yourself for it. You hate me for it, but you cannot stop.
Gena ShowalterBut I gotta say, I am so proud right now.โ Axel flattened his hand over his heart. โYou borrowed my patented move, proving Iโm made of more than awesome. Iโm awesalicious. Is that a word? Itโs probably a girl word, but who cares! Seriously. Do you see a tear in my eye? Because Iโm pretty sure I feel one.
Gena Showalter