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I want to hide. I want silence. Birds. A hot shower. Some Tylenol. And a date with my hand to ease some tension. Not necessarily in that order.
Oh, and, “Don’t let that fucker charm his way into your bed.” I smiled and said, “What about his bed?”
Over a decade of putting his life on the line to entertain these people, and this is what he gets? So, I guess that’s why I put two fingers in my mouth and pull out the most useless skill I’ve ever learned. One I’ve mastered. I whistle so loud that you can hear it over everything. I whistle so loud that Rhett’s head snaps up in my direction.
Beau: Sadly, no. You’re stuck with me forever. Don’t die out there tonight! Rhett: What if that was the last thing you ever said to me? Beau: Then I’d think to myself: if only Rhett had listened to my good advice.
“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he rasps. I already am. Uncomfortably horny.
“Are you hiding because your sister is a grade A bitch or because I now know that I’m your teenaged spank bank fodder?”
“I’m finding I don’t really care what people think where you’re concerned.”
Summer: Please don’t do anything stupid while I’m at the staff meeting. I trust you to hold it together for one afternoon. Rhett: Shit, Princess. I don’t know. I might go crazy without you. Summer: For ducks’ sake. Summer: Duck Summer: *Duck Summer: FUCK. Ugh. Why can’t my phone learn that word? I’ll be back around dinnertime. Rhett: Quack.
step forward, my hand darts out and I yank the saddle-brown cowboy hat off his head and place it on mine.
“Having you think I’m out fucking everything that moves when I’ve looked at nothing and no one since the first day I laid eyes on you. I stepped into that godforsaken boardroom, and you practically demanded I become obsessed with you.”
Kip: Why did Rhett send me a text saying that I’m fired? Summer: He. Didn’t. Kip: He did. It said, “Fuck professionalism and fuck you. You’re fired.” Summer: Well, he’s not wrong. That certainly isn’t very professional. I don’t think you’re actually fired though. Kip: Of course I’m not fired. That asshole is stuck with me.
“And do you know where pretty princesses belong, Summer?” “Where?” Her voice is soft, but thick. I point to the hardwood floor below me. “On their knees.”
The dick, too. Big fan of Rhett Eaton’s dick.
“I want to be poor and have you pissing me off for years to come.”
