That’s what scares me, Gideon. You don’t know what you’re worth.” “Actually, I do. Twelve bill—” “Shut up.

I can still feel you, Eva. Still taste you. I’ve been hard since you left, through two meetings and one teleconference. You’ve got the advantage, state your demands.

The world would be a very sad place if readers could only love one story.

I'm not giving you any options here. We're doing this, Eva. Enjoy your last remaining hours as a single woman.

Romance isn't in my repertoire, Eva. But a thousand ways to make you come are. Let me show you.

And yet I understood the alienation of being around others who couldn't really see you or chose not to. I'd felt the self-loathing that came with being a fraud, protraying an image of what you wished you could be but weren't. I'd lived with the fear that people you loved might turn away from you if they ever got to know the true person hidden inside.

Most suits made the man. Gideon did things to a three-piece suit that should've been illegal.