If I'm a little girl, then that makes you a serious pervert.

And then what? Said, 'Oh, I'm so sorry, Ms. Lane, I didn't mean to wrinkle your lovely blouse. May I press that for you?' Or perhaps you gouged it with one of your pretty pink nails?" I was really beginning to wonder what his hang-up with pink was, but I didn't resent the sarcasm in his voice.

He's trying not to laugh. I tell him I would have doomed mankind for him, and he's trying not to laugh.

I'd never been turned on by the Ken doll—even before I looked down his pants and saw what was missing.

For the record, Irish," he informed her tightly, just in case she got the wrong idea, "I kneel to no one.

One of the primary tenets of the course was that highly successful leaders kept journals, morning and night, in order to stay tightly focused on their goals.

You have splendid breasts, lass," he purred, cupping the plump mounds. "Splendid," he repeated stupidly, and she almost laughed. Men loved breasts any shape or form, they just loved them. -Drustan to Gwen