One Night Is Never Enough Quotes

“I would destroy the city if something happened to you. I can't even bear the thought of it.”
― Anne Mallory, One Night Is Never Enough

“I never realized Death was so fleet of foot.'
'The fleetest. Always dancing in the shadows.'
'Always waiting for his next partner?'
'Dancing through a long list until he finds the perfect one.”
― Anne Mallory, One Night Is Never Enough

“Good morning.” His lips quirked. “I nearly expired from old age, waiting to see if you would actually
knock on the damn thing. My heart couldn’t take it any longer.”
She lifted her chin and stepped inside, brushing past him as she did so. “So you are saying that if only I
had had a few beats more, I would finally have been rid of you?”
She caught his lazy grin as she passed. “I plan to haunt you even in the afterlife,” he whispered, the air of
his words brushing her ear, the door engaging behind her.”
― Anne Mallory, One Night Is Never Enough

“She thought back to what Roman had said. That the power rested in her lap. The problem was that internalizing that revelation also meant decisions could no longer be pushed aside.”
― Anne Mallory, One Night Is Never Enough

“I wish to pay my debt. To give you the night I owe' ...
'Oh, Charlotte. You play with fire.'
'Do I?'
Roman looked at the woman in front of him, calm and collected, but there was heat there, such precious heat that was straining. Offering.
It took only one second for the words to form and emerge. 'Consider the debt of the night wiped free.'
He saw her blink. Stunned.
Watched the disappointment form. He felt nearly giddy as her disappointment form.
'What, but-'
'But what?' He smiled, loving the look on her face, even the desire that was slowly shuttering - for he would obliterate those shutters with his next words. 'You think I am freeing you? ... I am a selfish man.'
'A selfish man takes what is offered to him.' Was that doubt in her voice, doubt of her charms?
'No, a selfish man destroys what is offered to him and demands more. He demands everything.”
― Anne Mallory, One Night Is Never Enough

“Is it the thought of true intimacy that frightens you?' He asked it nonchalantly, moving a pawn.
She moved her remaining bishop in retaliation. 'Frightened of intimacy? Something which can so easily be bartered and exchanged?'
'Can it? ... If I were to take you to bed now - throw you upon the covers and steal your virginity, do you think that would connote intimacy?'
She stared at him.
He leaned forward, stroking his queen, drawing her along the boxed edges of the square she currently owned. 'Or do you think that sitting here, across from me, sharing your thoughts freely and giving away your dreams...could be a true type of intimacy instead?”
― Anne Mallory, One Night Is Never Enough

“It is my hope that in the end, we are evenly matched.' ... Being the one in power was desirable in order to put one's pieces in place. To test an opponent. But uneven power grew unendingly boring. And it was why most of his liaisons were short-lived. He wanted someone who waited and plotted, then struck back and made him move and think.”
― Anne Mallory, One Night Is Never Enough

“Will you oblige me then?' His voice was low and smooth, nearly whispered ...
Everything froze for a moment. Even the flickering lamps seemed to pause, flames surging upward and waiting ...
'No.”
― Anne Mallory, One Night Is Never Enough

“That if he were killed in the next few weeks, it would assuredly be near her. At her feet, in her bed. Inside of her.
Unfortunately, that last thought just made him think that if he had to choose his final moments, being
inside Charlotte would really be the way to go.”
― Anne Mallory, One Night Is Never Enough

“His quick eyes seemed to miss nothing, and she couldn’t hide the
motion of her fingers squeezing the fabric of her skirts. His gaze rose back to her face, lingering on her
lips, then meeting her eyes. Even giving away her nerves with the telltale sign of her pinched fingers, she
refused to look away.
“Andreas, I think I’ve fallen in love.”
“Roman.” There was a wealth of unspoken meaning in that one word, so darkly uttered. But Roman’s
too-beautiful mouth crooked, head cocked, eyes watching.”
― Anne Mallory, One Night Is Never Enough

“I think you quite extraordinary.' He used the action of pulling off his undershirt to hide his face. Bare to the waist, he didn't feel as naked now that there was more exposed than just his expression.”
― Anne Mallory, One Night Is Never Enough

“Tell me what has happened in this week that you've been absent from my window.”
― Anne Mallory, One Night Is Never Enough

“I think we should speak more of my suggestions, Miss Chatsworth.' He tilted his head and looked at the door, then dismissed it and whoever might be behind it. 'Unless you enjoy the spread of ugly rumors?'
'Blackmail?' She twisted her lips ... 'How bourgeois.'
'Actually, blackmail heartens back to the best of kings.”
― Anne Mallory, One Night Is Never Enough

“Never frightening her with anything but her own feelings for him.”
― Anne Mallory, One Night Is Never Enough

“Instead of finding her in the shadows, this visit would anchor something between them in rising daylight.”
― Anne Mallory, One Night Is Never Enough

“He had told Downing that they would let the lady decide. That perhaps it was in Charlotte's best interest to accept and show her father what his actions wrought ... But she had cut the conversation short, said adieu, turned from all of them. Strode directly to her fate without another word.
Not just from pride or anger though.
He looked at her, at the delicate skin of her flawless neck, and smiled. No, her pulse didn't jump like that as a result of pride or anger or fear. Her voice didn't hitch [due to] chagrin at an unfortunate turn of events. That jump, that hitch...what the telltale signs meant...that was why she was doomed.”
― Anne Mallory, One Night Is Never Enough

“I understand what it is like to rely on beauty and know the shallowness of it ... Yet, it is impossible to say if you would have caught my attention the first time had you been plain and wrapped in brown. Thus remains the endless dilemma of beauty's impressionable curse.”
― Anne Mallory, One Night Is Never Enough

“Now,' [her father] barked.
She stiffly followed, still fully dressed in the elaborate navy-and-white gown she had worn all evening. It was hard not to feel as if the bare walls and surfaces she passed had been bled, leeched, into the cloth encasing her. Stripped paint and sacrificed heirlooms clinging to her, demanding she make everything right once more.”
― Anne Mallory, One Night Is Never Enough

“What was best for Charlotte? The answer was obvious. And for once he needed to overcome his selfish desires. "Go home, Charlotte." "So thats it?" She straightened, her lovely pride stiffening her frame. "You are finished with me? Finally?" He discarded the glass and moved so quickly across the room, around the furniture, that he saw the surprise that she couldnt hide. "No." He touched her chin, made her meet his eyes. "I would never be finished with you, Charlotte" Something far more contorted than simple confusion graced her face. "Roman." And her voice was soft, questioning. "Do you think you might come to love me? If you werent ...giving...me back? Someday? Just a little?" He was frozen. Absolutely frozen. He couldnt speak a word. She lifted her chin a notch and pressed a soft kiss to his lips at his nonresponse. And still he remained frozen. He saw her walk to the door and grab Bills arm. Heard their footsteps filing down the hall. Leaving. Leaving. Never hearing his whisper that he already did.”
― Anne Mallory, One Night Is Never Enough

“I'm going to possess you, Charlotte,"
His free hand caressed the flesh of her throat, then threaded into the hair at her nape, pulling the strands there, tipping her head back. Not harshly, but not gently either. "I;m going to take you and claim you and make you beg."
His lips were breaths from hers. Breaths she couldn't count or take.
"The question is, will you passively accept such, or will you possess me right back," he whispered, nearly against her lips. "Take me, claim me? Make me beg? Push from my mind any though that isn't you?”
― Anne Mallory, One Night Is Never Enough

“Trant's deep need to climb ever upward, crushing anyone in his path, the qualities, while making Trant an interesting associate at times, at others made him decidedly predictable and boring. After all, a ladder contained a single directional path. Someone like Trant rarely tried the twisting vines, tree branches, and handholds to the side.”
― Anne Mallory, One Night Is Never Enough