That Kind of Guy (Queen's Cove, #1)

by Stephanie Archer

“Adams, I’m happy to provide as many boyfriend services as you need.” He followed me out of the living room to the foyer. “Day or night.”

Heheheh

“She said, ‘Is that you, Henry Cavill?’”

I fucking hated turtles.

I hope this man's hatred of turtles is an entire plot point i am CRYING laughing about this (update: it was)

I gave her a duh look. “Avery, you’re gay.” She gave me an amused look. “Am I?”

“Well, if you’re not gay,” I said in a low voice before looking up at her, “can I come in?”

“You’re going to give me free double-paned windows if I pretend to get engaged to you?” I rubbed my eyes again and stared at the ceiling. It was way too early to be agreeing to a fake engagement. “How romantic.”

And that’s an incredible amount of money he’s throwing around like that, as someone who works for a contracting company

“You’re funny. Did you know that?” I nodded. “Yes.” He winked. “And modest. Looks like we have that in common.”

Rule number one of running for mayor: if someone offers you food, you accept. Allergy? Don’t care. Picky eater? Shut up. Full off the smoothie, three eggs, and avocado toast you ate an hour before? Choke it down, buddy.

HAHA

This was a game to her. Me being grossed out by turtles was a goddamn game to her.

“I have a great idea. I don’t know if you knew this about me but I’m a genius.” She stared at me. “It’s fine to be intimidated by my intellectual prowess.”

“You eat like a frat boy.” “Stop snooping!”

Tea was the least horny drink.

Wild and random take but alright

“Remember what I told you before. I have lots of money and no one to spend it on. Myself? I have everything I need. My mom? I spoil her rotten. Let me buy you a pretty dress.”

Don’t have to tell me twice