Taking the Score Quotes

“Admit you’re jealous, Emma.”

“Never,” she said defiantly.

“Just your nipples then. They’re pouting.”
― Kate Meader, Taking the Score

“This pride of yours, it’s admirable as all get-out, but there has to come a point in your life where you admit you need a hand. Pain might be necessary, but suffering is optional. Are you going to let me be the fucking man here and help my woman?”
― Kate Meader, Taking the Score

“Just because you were inside me does not make us betrothed, you Neanderthal jerk.”
― Kate Meader, Taking the Score

“Yes, it’s me, your PA, now your stripper for the evening. How do you do?”
― Kate Meader, Taking the Score

“It’s a two-way street,” Emma murmured, her words soft, but fierce at once. “Sometimes you have to take what you need and hope the other person can handle the invasion.”

“Invasion?”

“That’s what love is, isn’t it? Families, friends, lovers. It’s an invasion of each other’s space, minds, hearts. Someone’s always jockeying for control. For it to truly work, there has to be equality. Each side has to be strong enough to handle it.”

Invasion. An oddly perfect way to describe it. “Yet again, I ask, who are you, Emma Strickland?”
― Kate Meader, Taking the Score

“And the dancing? Was that your gift to the world? Because if so, I hope you kept the receipt.”
― Kate Meader, Taking the Score

“Emma Strickland was not who she seemed. He intended to find out more, unlock whatever secrets she was keeping inside her sexy halter and shiny hot pants. Without removing her sexy halter and shiny hot pants, because that would be wrong. With a capital W.”
― Kate Meader, Taking the Score

“Ah, hell. As had been demonstrated several times already this week, her brain was not the boss of her.”
― Kate Meader, Taking the Score

“Had she really just said “lady lips” out loud? This was not their standard repartee around the office.”
― Kate Meader, Taking the Score

“The words hung in the air like dense weighted objects
waiting to crash. Her breath hung with it. He should have frozen, pushed her away, anything but what he did.
He kissed her gently on the top of her head.
Tears welled in her eyes, and she burrowed closer into the safety of all that warm skin. He was naked, yet she was the one completely and utterly exposed.”
― Kate Meader, Taking the Score

“But you just got laid. Very well, I might add. Isn’t that enough to tide you over for a while?”
“Maybe for a woman. But if a man doesn’t use the goods, they shrivel up—”
She rolled her eyes.
“—and now that I’ve realized what I’ve been missing, and you’ve done such a great job getting me back up on the horse, for which I’m immensely grateful, then I think I’m ready to spread my wings.” He motioned to the wing spreading area. His groin. “This really shouldn’t go to waste, now, should it?”
― Kate Meader, Taking the Score

“She squeezed her thighs together, desperate for relief. Aiming for completion without doing something so deliberate as touching herself. Look ma, no hands!”
― Kate Meader, Taking the Score