Elevator Pitch

by Evelyn Leigh

This is why you don’t have to be nice to men.

I also believe that if I ever “settle down”, I won’t be settling in the least. Someone is out there waiting to love me.

“Listen, ma’am. I don’t have anywhere to be, but if you’re going to keep eye fucking me…I’d appreciate it if you’d ask me my name.”

“I’ll admit I was trying to distract you. You grabbed my attention and held onto it, all while you were focused on that novel. I wanted to earn your gaze.”

“You want to buy me smut books?” “Yes.” “Paperback or hardcover?” “Anything you fucking want.”

“Tell me what you want, Selah,” he says in a gravelly tone. Oh My God. “Um. I want you to kiss me, Greyson,” I whisper hoarsely.

I’ve read a few romances she’s recommended, and I think this is what they call a slow burn. I can wait. The fire will be rewarding.

“We did. You remembered her name.” “Of course I did. I remember everything about you.”

“I came bearing gifts and truthfully, if I knew that’s what you were doing on the other side of this door...it sounds to me like you summoned the right man for the job.”

Women get fucked like this in books, and men only talk like that in them. What woman wrote Grey? I’d like to thank her for her service.

“There’s a bug going around that prevents you from lifting a finger. It’s serious, and I’m afraid there’s no cure.”

“Like if you blink, she’ll disappear. You look at her like you’ve found the peace you’ve been looking for all this time.”

“Make a wish, Grey.” I close my eyes and blow out the candles. I wish she was mine.

I’m in love with Selah and she doesn’t even know it.

I’m determined to do the exact opposite with Selah and that’s worth the discomfort.

“Baby, when you fall in love, you have no control over it. You can lay down a thousand ground rules, but if your heart wants that man, those rules won’t stop shit. You hear me, Selah?”

“But you didn’t burn me. Loving you isn’t fatal, Selah. It’s worthwhile. You are worthwhile. Contrary to what you believe.”

This is the love I deserve.

“I love it, Grey. Thanks for thinking of me.” “I always think of you,” he assures me. “Why is that?” “Because I love you, silly.”

“To know what’s going on inside your head is a gift, an honor that I don’t take lightly,”