Oh God. She probably thinks we were off doing—you know—romantic type, um, things—

We try to do what's right, or rather what other say is right. But sometimes, when that goes against who we are...you have to choose.

How?" I demanded. "How could you have screwed this one up?" "When I got in, they said the manager was on the phone and would be a few minutes. So, I sat down and ordered a drink." This time, I did lean my forehead against the steering wheel. "What did you order?" "A martini." "A martini." I lifted my head. "You ordered a martini before a job interview." "It's a bar, Sage. I figured they'd be cool with it.

Mistress, I have never asked anything of you in my servitude. But now, I beg you this: do not make me keep passing these adolescent sentiments back and forth all night.

You did not just say that. I have a feeling we're on the verge of hugging and coming up with cute nicknames for each other.

Dorian used to watch you like a starving man who wants meat. Now he looks at you like he wants seconds.

I pulled out box after box, setting them haphazardly around the room. My organization lacked something - like, say, organization.