Fakers with Benefits (Crimson Club Book 2)

by Willow Dixon

“I just got the worst mental picture in my head and it was either spit, or choke.” “That’s what she said.”

“Um, I have to work on Monday.” “When do you get off?” “As often as my wrist will allow.”

“Bitch, please, I routinely plot the deaths and disposal of people who piss me off.

Same.

Too bad I have champagne taste and a mocktail budget.”

“Do not pull that boomer shit on me, asswipe.” “I’m a millennial.” “Boomer is a state of mind.

Agreed.

I’ll eat literally anything.” I paused. “Unless it’s not food, or it’s still alive. Or marzipan. Those are my hard no’s.”

Hard hard no’s.

“Holy goddamn shitballs, Batman.”

“Some people bring their friends coffee as a way to say they care. Zane hands out weapons.”

Everyone needs a Zane.

“Just because something is expensive, doesn’t mean it’s good.

Preach.

“Look at you setting a boundary. And you didn’t die!”

But anyways, you were listing your kinks? Tell me more, for science.”

The hussy in blue could go kick rocks.

“She was being polite.” “She was being a twatwaffle.”

HOW DARE YOU REVERSE UNO ME!!!!!

“Manuals are for people with no sense of adventure.”

“That’s the scariest, and the sexiest thing anyone has ever said to me.” Nick grinned impishly. “Competency is hot.”