What's so funny?" "Your panties have a bow," he said. I looked down. I was wearing a short tank top -not mine- and my blue panties with a narrow white strip of lace at the top and a tiny white bow. Would it have killed me to check what I was wearing before I pulled the blanket down? "What's wrong with bows?" "Nothing." He was grinning now. "I expected barbed wire. Or one of those steel chains." Wiseass. "I'm secure enough in myself to wear panties with bows on them. Besides, they are comfy and soft." "I bet.
Ilona AndrewsThe idiot had shot their own dog. Thatโs what happened when the destructive potential of a manโs weapons exceeded his intelligence.
Ilona AndrewsI said, I know why youโre afraid to fight with me.โ "And why is that?โ If he flexed again, Iโd have to implement emergency measures. Maybe I could kick some sand at him or something. Hard to look hot brushing sand out of your eyes. "You want me.โ Oh boy. "You canโt resist my subtle charm, so youโre afraid youโre going to make a spectacle out of yourself.โ "You know what? Donโt talk to me.
Ilona AndrewsWhat do you mean fainted? Took a dive, kissed the pavement. Swooned like a southern belle after her first kiss. Had a dreadful case of the vapors.
Ilona AndrewsI know it's late, but could you find a book for me? It's called The Slavs: Study of Pagan Tradition by Osvintsev." Barabas sighed dramatically. "Kate, you make me despair. Let's try that again from the top, except this time pretend you are an alpha." "I don't need a lecture. I just need the book." "Much better. Little more growl in the voice?" "Barabas!" "And we're there. Congratulations!
Ilona Andrews