I'd rather argue with you, angel, then laugh with anyone else.

You have a transportation fetish. I have a Gideon fetish. It's been weeks.

My domineering lover made no apologies for his caveman tendencies.

Confucius say, man with hand in pocket feel cocky all day

It's probably best for me to work off some energy before I get you naked. I'm sure you'd like to be able to walk tomorrow.

There were thousands of women in New York alone who could replace me in his life, but there was only one Gideon Cross.

Now I'm hot and bothered, and wondering why my new neighbor isn't putting the moves on me." "Maybe he doesn't want to push you too far, too fast and scare you off." Gideon's eyes glittered in the light of the television. "Is that so?" He nuzzled his nose against my temple. "If he has half a brain, he'd know not to let you get away." Oh... "Maybe I should make the first move," I whispered, wrapping my fingers around his wrist. "But what if he thinks I'm too easy?" "He'll be too busy thinking he's damned luck.