Stuck-Up Suit

by Vi Keeland

People like him fascinated me. They felt like they owned the world just because they’d been blessed by genetics or handed opportunities that put them in a higher financial bracket.

Why was the thought of coming face to face with this jackass making me nervous? His looks. Deep down, I knew it was his looks, and that was ridiculous. I wasn’t a superficial person, but a part of me couldn’t help swooning over this jerk. That part of me really needed to shut up right now.

If I had a nickel for every time someone screwed up my last name…well, I’d be richer than Graham J. Morgan.

You may also want to look in the mirror and consider the fact that an ugly personality is a far greater deterrent than an ugly face ever could be.

The way he was so dominating and controlling, yet exercised restraint to respect my wishes, was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

I needed a glass of wine and an orgasm. Not necessarily in that order.

“You’re just not used to women keeping their legs closed. There is such a thing as a lady with self-respect, you know. I think I like this girl.”

“Don’t be afraid to get hurt. It’s far better than never experiencing anything earth-shattering. Even temporary joy is better than nothing at all. You’re afraid of getting hurt like I’m afraid to die. That doesn’t mean I’m not going to live every day to its fullest.”

“No one knows what’s going to happen from one day to the next, but if the world were to end tomorrow, there’s no place I’d rather be than right here with you. That tells me everything I need to know.”

“She refuses to conform and wear what the other girls wear to class. I’m hoping she’ll grow out of it.” Graham just kept watching the little girl in fascination. “I’m hoping she doesn’t.”

“What are you going to do?” “Drop down on my knees and beg for forgiveness.” Del snort-laughed. “He’s a man. If you drop to your knees, you won’t be able to beg for anything. Your mouth will be too full.”