Work Quotes

“The trouble is, I have a thing for each and every one of his red flags. I want them. Have to have them. Want them all. Want to collect them and stitch them all into one giant red flag.”
― Jesse H. Reign, Work: Strictly Professional

“Now, Satan, you fuck, now…” “It’s Satan Honey to you,” I correct, tongue thick and dry in my mouth. “Derek! I’m ready… Please.” It’s the please that does it. Soft and helpless,”
― Jesse H. Reign, Work: Strictly Professional

“Your time, your service. Skill. Whatever you want to call it. Name your price, and it’s yours. And don’t worry, what happens in Hawaii stays in Hawaii. When we get back to LA, things will go back to normal. We’ll keep work strictly professional.”
― Jesse H. Reign, Work: Strictly Professional

“Holy shit. Is Wyn Foster giving me cute aggression? Is that what this is? Can a person give you cute aggression? I look down and surreptitiously tap on my phone. Shit. I just Googled it. Wyn is giving me cute aggression.”
― Jesse H. Reign, Work: Strictly Professional

“Fake date? What the fuck? What am I, ten? No, no, I’m not. I’m forty-eight. The time for this level of stupidity was over decades ago. Decades.”
― Jesse H. Reign, Work: Strictly Professional

“Plus one. Plus one. What a fucking ridiculous way of putting it. Plus one? I’ll show them plus fucking one. I’ll show them plus fucking one and a half if they aren’t very careful.”
― Jesse H. Reign, Work: Strictly Professional

“I want him to keep talking. I want to keep listening. I want to ask him, “How’s Bridget?” and “What’s happening with her piece of turd ex-boyfriend?” I want to send him home early so he can be there for his friend. I want that, and I don’t want it. I want him to stay right where he is and I want to stay where I am, and I don’t want to stop talking to him.”
― Jesse H. Reign, Work: Strictly Professional

“But based on the evidence currently needing to be rearranged in my pants, I have a bad feeling. A terrible, nonsensical, indisputable impression. A feeling that maybe, just maybe, I like it when this little shit bosses me around.”
― Jesse H. Reign, Work: Strictly Professional

“So no. I’d never do anything as stupid as tangling with a man like Derek MacAvoy. Never. Not in a million years. There isn’t enough money in the world.”
― Jesse H. Reign, Work: Strictly Professional

“D’you think tomorrow you should call my mom and I should call yours? They should probably come and get us. I don’t think we’re coping. I think adulting is kicking our asses.”
― Jesse H. Reign, Work: Strictly Professional

“from an evolutionary point of view, fuck boys actually serve a valuable purpose. I never realized it before, but they’re here to help us recover from terrible breakups. When you think about it, it’s an act of service. It’s a wonder they aren’t more celebrated.” As soon as she says it, she realizes how bad it sounds and stops talking.”
― Jesse H. Reign, Work: Strictly Professional

“The trouble is, I have a thing for each and every one of his red flags. I want them. Have to have them. Want them all. Want to collect them and stitch them all into one giant red flag. Then I want to cut a neat slit in the middle of that big ole red flag and drape it over my head so I can wear it as a kaftan.”
― Jesse H. Reign, Work: Strictly Professional

“Get professional, no, be professional. You’re in the workplace with no pants on. You’re being willingly sexually harassed by your boss… Wait, it is still harassment if you’re gagging for it? Hmm, I don’t know…he is still my superior, and there’s definitely a power imbalance. Oooh, a big power imbalance. A big, thick power imbalance.”
― Jesse H. Reign, Work: Strictly Professional

“You’re so pretty,” I say, broken and drunk now. “You’re so pretty and sweet, and you’re mean, and you’re sexy, and you have”—he takes me back into his mouth—“audacity…the audacity…you have all of it. All of it’s yours.”
― Jesse H. Reign, Work: Strictly Professional

“I’m helpless, a weapon, a bomb, a vessel full of nothing but pleasure.”
― Jesse H. Reign, Work: Strictly Professional

“I’ve been hard on and off since this morning. Scratch that. I’ve been hard on and off since I met Derek MacAvoy.”
― Jesse H. Reign, Work: Strictly Professional

“I’d let him fuck me so hard he might even manage to fuck some sense into me, and believe me, he’d have to pound my ass to get any sense in or out of me now.”
― Jesse H. Reign, Work: Strictly Professional

“Think. How much do I need to be paid to allow Derek MacAvoy to suck my dick? One dollar. No. Jesus, no! Have some pride, Wyn, for fuck’s sake. This is a man who regularly spends four hundred dollars on a bottle of wine.”
― Jesse H. Reign, Work: Strictly Professional

“Is that possible? Can people do that, just willy-nilly get hotter? If so, I’m in deep trouble.”
― Jesse H. Reign, Work: Strictly Professional

“Is Wyn Foster giving me cute aggression? Is that what this is? Can a person give you cute aggression? I look down and surreptitiously tap on my phone. Shit. I just Googled it. Wyn is giving me cute aggression.”
― Jesse H. Reign, Work: Strictly Professional

“It’s adorable. Completely adorable. Not adorable as in I adore it. Adorable as in holy fuck, that’s cute. Cute like a puppy or kitten. No, cuter than that. Cute like a rabbit. A bunny with soft, fluffy ears and a velvety nose. Unbearably, impossibly cute. Don’t think I can stand it cute. So cute my teeth clench and I have an overwhelming urge to pinch him. To squeeze big chunks of him until he’s pink and squealing. To shake him and bite him.”
― Jesse H. Reign, Work: Strictly Professional

“No matter how I look at it, during the course of my stay here, I’m going to be covering a lot more ground than I consider ideal, wearing a lot less clothing than a man with a thing for difficult men with big hands, black moods, and asses designed purely for hammering a cock into a hole, should ever have on around Derek MacAvoy.”
― Jesse H. Reign, Work: Strictly Professional

“An ass so muscular, by the way, that it seems clear it was built for one thing. One single, solitary purpose. One purpose only. Driving a nail home. A big, thick, circumcised nail. A nail that’s a little darker than the rest of his body. A nail that sways gently between his legs as he walks.”
― Jesse H. Reign, Work: Strictly Professional

“It’s giving get out of my way and get in line at the same time. No, it’s more than that. It’s giving I’ve taken my power back. Now Imma take yours. I am living for it.”
― Jesse H. Reign, Work: Strictly Professional

“When it comes to red flags, I’m starting to think my dick is into them. I’m starting to suspect it would like nothing more than to collect a big ole pile of red flags, cut them into smaller red flags, and have them made into seven days’ worth of Superman underpants. Not only that, I think it might start refusing to wear anything else.”
― Jesse H. Reign, Work: Strictly Professional

“My heart breaks and recovers. Breaks and recovers. Breaks and starts beating again. Breaks and starts beating for the first time.”
― Jesse H. Reign, Work: Strictly Professional

“Wyn spins his chair around so he’s facing me head-on. He lowers his chin slightly, but his smile doesn’t waver. His eyes blaze with electricity and something else. I’m not sure, but I think it might be pure, unfiltered don’t-fuck-around-or-you’ll-sure-as-hell-find-out.”
― Jesse H. Reign, Work: Strictly Professional

“It’s flat-out impossible to ignore the fact that the only accurate description I’ve come up with for his digits is dick fingers.”
― Jesse H. Reign, Work: Strictly Professional

“I want romance and love and butterflies and a future with a man who looks at me as if I’m the first bite of his favorite pizza.”
― Jesse H. Reign, Work: Strictly Professional

“It’s clear at a glance that whoever had a hand in his creation was loath to incur his wrath and thus took it upon themselves to spend a few extra minutes arranging his face to get it just right.”
― Jesse H. Reign, Work: Strictly Professional