His Banana (Objects of Attraction, #1)

by Penelope Bloom

There’s a place for everything, and everything has its place.

Achievement was a two-part formula as simple as identifying the steps required to reach a goal and then taking those steps. Almost anyone could identify the steps, but not many had the self-discipline and control to follow them down to the letter.

People worked differently when they thought they were at the top and wanted to stay there.

“I didn’t realize robots had the capacity to be seduced,” I said. “You’re sure there’s not just a lever I can pull in your back-panel?”

"He has a chronic condition. They found the stick up his ass when we were just kids and the doctors said we couldn't remove it without killing him. Naturally, we all tried as hard as we could to pull it out, but the stubborn bastard never gave us an inch. See, he's a tight-ass, too. It's tragic, really, when you think about it. Sometimes I lay awake at night trying to figure out which came first… The stick, or the tight ass."

Sexy, yes, but he’s like a microwaved burrito. Scalding hot on the outside and cold as ice on the inside.”

“So, Brucie,” I said. “Are you going to be the final course? Because I don’t think I can share you with those two.”

“They say once an intern gets a taste of their boss’ banana, they never really stop craving it.”

“Is there a word for someone who’s nice but is an asshole about it?” I asked once the waiter had left. “A nicehole?” suggested Bruce. “Yes. You’re a nicehole.”

“I love you because you never cared who I was. You never cared that I had money or that I was the boss. You were always yourself, even if you did hide the reason you were my intern. You’re the most genuine person I know, and that means I love you, not some mask you wore to impress me.”