Designing Woman Quotes

“You’ve got your hands full with Ayla.  The clock is ticking Pierce.  You’re the only one that can’t hear it yet.”
“I’ve got perfect hearing.”
Pierce looked over at his companion who was watching him and wondering what he’d say next.  He’d stopped just short of insulting her on several occasions this evening and she wondered when he’d cross the line.  He was a Sloan and it was coming, she could feel it.
 “Tell them Ayla.  Tell them how things are between us.  They obviously don’t believe me.”
God only knows what possessed her.
She bowed in deference to Pierce and then smiled serenely at Deacon and Dorothy.
“Gladly Pierce.”
She winked at Dorothy before saying, “I wouldn’t marry a Sloan if every other man on the planet had the last name of Marconi.”
Dorothy erupted in a giggling fit and Deacon fought to stay in control of his own laughter.
Pierce was the only one at the table that found no humor in her remark.  His eyes darkened to a violet shade of blue and he tilted his head slightly towards her.  Ayla knew that look and knew it well.  Her skin grew hot and her hands itched to touch him.  She wouldn’t though.  Not unless he gave her permission.  Even though he’d never caused her one second of pain, he was still Dominant to her Submissive.  He might be her big Teddy Bear, but she still called him Sir.”
― Jo Willow, Designing Woman

“I went crazy without you Melody and you weren’t doing so well yourself.  I’ve come to the conclusion that we can’t be apart.  We may fuss and fight, but I’d rather fight with you than live without you.”
― Jo Willow, Designing Woman

“Anton, are you tired?”
“Tired?  Fuck no, I’m not tired.  Not yet anyway.  Give me an hour or two and ask me again.”
“You look tired.  You look like you could use a hot shower and a nap.  In our bed. With me.  For the rest of the night.”
― Jo Willow, Designing Woman

“I’m a woman.  Sandwich making is a skill we’re born with.  If you tell anyone I said that, you’ll be making your own sandwiches for the next ten years.  Got it?”
“Your secret is safe with me baby.”
― Jo Willow, Designing Woman

“I think our problem from the beginning has been communication.”
“Communication?  There’s no communication between us, you tell me what to do and then I do the exact opposite to prove a point.”
He chuffed and rubbed his nose against mine.
“You admit that?”
“Why deny it?  We both know it’s the truth.  You like being bossy and I don’t like being bossed around.  No news flash there stud.  Does your theory have a talking point?  A proposed resolution?”
― Jo Willow, Designing Woman

“Baby is a term of endearment.  It’s what you called me when you loved me.  Every time you say it now, it rips another piece of my heart out and quite frankly, I don’t have very many pieces left.”
“I still love you Melody.”
My head jerked up and I burned his baby blues with my own.
“So you say, but it didn’t stop you from walking out, did it?  Pardon me for saying this, but I thought that you’d learned how to love someone from watching your parents.  I can’t imagine either of them walking out on the other for any reason.  Those two are rock solid Anton.”
― Jo Willow, Designing Woman

“Anton walked to the bed and saw a tuft of blonde hair poking out from under the covers.  He touched her shoulder and she didn’t move.  He shook her and called her name.  She still didn’t move.  He ripped the covers from her body and pulled her into his arms.
“Mel’?  Mel’, wake up baby.  I need to talk to you.”
He began to shake her and that’s when he noticed how thin she was.  He put his cheek against her mouth and felt her rapid and shallow breathing.
He put her back on the bed and felt for a pulse.  It was there, but it was rapid and faint.
“Oh shit Melody!  Wake the fuck up Mel’!  You’re scaring me baby, wake up!”
He took her in his arms and stroked her hair away from her face while he cried tears of frustration and searched for his cell phone.  He needed to call for help, but he couldn’t bring himself to let her go.
He tapped “911” with one hand and held her close with the other.  He pulled her onto his lap to give her the warmth she was lacking, and that’s when he noticed how loose the ankle monitor had become.
His hands started shaking and he tucked her face against his neck.
“Baby please wake up and talk to me.  I love you Mel’.  I love you so much, please wake up and tell me that you can hear me.”
― Jo Willow, Designing Woman

“Baby, I’ve been so worried about you.  You’re not answering your phone and nobody’s heard from you in days.  What in the hell is going on?”
I kiss his neck and breathed deeply.  He smelled of the forest and Anton.  I closed my eyes hoping to memorize the scent.  He was so warm and inviting, I kissed his jaw, slowly making my way to his perfect lips.
He tilted his head slightly and touched the side of my face.  His voice was soft, his words thick and slow.
“What are you doing baby?”
“Taking advantage of you while I can.  You’ll be leaving me again soon.”
“Why do you think that?”
“Because it’s always you that leaves.”
 
He leaned back and stared at me.  I thought I should say something more, but elected instead to hold my tongue for a bit.  Besides, what else was there to say?”
― Jo Willow, Designing Woman

“Why didn’t you let Chase take it off?”
His voice was rough with emotion and I had to swallow the lump of raw emotion before I answered.
“It meant a lot to you that I keep it on, so I did.”
“It meant nothing to me once I walked out that door.”
“Is that so?  If it meant so little, then why did you race to my rescue today?”
― Jo Willow, Designing Woman

“You said that you had a theory about why it wouldn’t have mattered whether or not you’d kept your promise the day you met the asshole for a drink.  I’d like to hear it if you don’t mind.”
“You were never going to marry me Anton.  We both know that.  It’s not your style.  Or maybe it is, but you haven’t met the right girl yet.  I don’t know and it doesn’t matter.  I’m not her and never have been.  You proposed because you felt pressured to do so.  If it hadn’t been my mistake with Tony, it would have been something else.  You’d have found a good reason to leave because I’m not perfect and never will be.  You’re a “bottom line” kind of guy, so here it is: I’ve loved you so long I don’t know how to stop.  And every time you break my heart, you break my spirit just a little bit more.  Ten days ago you walked away from me and I gave up.  You wanna know why I didn’t answer my phone?  I had nothing to say.  I quit working, I quit eating and I quit caring.”
― Jo Willow, Designing Woman

“Melody, I’m going to tell you how this is going down and I want you to pay close attention.  Ready?”
I nodded quickly and waited.  His eyes twinkled and he kissed me again, quickly but firmly.
“You and I are flying to Vegas this weekend and we’re doing this.  No long engagement or stressful wedding.  That won’t work for us.  Do you agree?”
“I do.”
“Remember that line, it’ll come in handy. .”
― Jo Willow, Designing Woman

“Ready?”
“Fuck no.”
“Tough.”
― Jo Willow, Designing Woman