My mind struggled to formulate a coherent though, any thought. I opened my mouth. "Your pajamas have Eeyore on them." "I like Eeyore. He's sensible. A sober outlook on life never hurt anyone.

Seducing him in the tub smelling of vinegar was out of the question. There had to be some boundaries.

No, you’re not going with him.” I crossed my arms. “Who decided that?” He put on his “I’m alpha and I’m putting my foot down” expression. “I decided.

The pervert." "He prefers to think of himself as sexual deviant." "Semantics.

If I lose control, you'll be the first to know." "I'm quite perturbed by the idea.

I had to give it him, to flatter and insult a woman in one propostition took talent.

I lied. I need your help." "Who are we killing?" "Do you have a pen?