Perfectly Paired Quotes

“I’m doing it because you belong to me and because what I’m going to do will bring me great pleasure.” What he wasn’t saying was how much pleasure it would bring her, too. “Yes, Master. I want that for you. I want to make up for disturbing you this evening.” “You disturb me every single day and never apologize for that. Come here.”
― Lexi Blake, Perfectly Paired

“I think a lovely apology to me is in order before we get started with the punishment.” That punishment word was ominous, but she was willing to go along with it. She dropped to her knees in front of him. “I’m so sorry I forgot about the parole board hearing, Master. I won’t forget again.” His eyes narrowed. “How the hell many others are there going to be?” She gave him a brilliant smile. “None. Absolutely none.” She thought. She was pretty sure that dude in California wasn’t ever getting out. Probably.”
― Lexi Blake, Perfectly Paired

“Then my job here is done,” Big Tag said. Charlotte’s hand came up, gently hitting her husband in the chest. “Don’t call the police. I can handle it. Get me a nail gun.” Big Tag’s lips curled up. “She talks in her sleep. She says the sweetest things. Here’s your nail gun, baby. Take him out.” “Fucker thinks he can come into my house.” Charlotte snuggled closer to her husband. They had an interesting relationship.”
― Lexi Blake, Perfectly Paired

“She’s topping me from the bottom.” “Yes, she is, my brother. What are you going to do about it?” He took a long drink, not bothering to concentrate on the color of the liquor or to appreciate the oaky flavor. He needed the reinforcement. “I think we should have a nice long chat.” “I think that might help clarify things.” Eric held up his glass. “Welcome to the club, the led around by some sweet, gorgeous, soft woman club. Consider me your sponsor and understand that while you might get annoyed, this is a club you don’t want to leave.”
― Lexi Blake, Perfectly Paired

“You almost killed that dude with nothing but a cell phone and a corkscrew,” Big Tag was saying. “You win employee of the week. Sean, I think we should totally have a program at the restaurant for employees who creatively handle crime.”
― Lexi Blake, Perfectly Paired

“I have a corkscrew in my pocket. I would go back into the kitchen for a knife, but the block is too close. He would see me so it’s me and the corkscrew. It’s fitting since it’s my favorite tool. I have a decent line of sight on him. Everything else will be pure luck and willpower. Thank you, Tag. For everything. You take care of her if anything happens to me.” “Understood, but you’re a badass and he’s a fucker who could barely handle minimum security prison. Take him out.”
― Lexi Blake, Perfectly Paired

“I have a corkscrew in my pocket. I would go back into the kitchen for a knife, but the block is too close. He would see me so it’s me and the corkscrew. It’s fitting since it’s my favorite tool.”
― Lexi Blake, Perfectly Paired

“That seemed harsh. Especially if he was really sorry for what he’d done. “Don’t you think people can be rehabilitated?” “No,” he replied with no patience whatsoever. “Rehab is for injuries. Prison is for assholes. Assholes are always, always assholes”
― Lexi Blake, Perfectly Paired

“It was a trap. It always was with Big Tag. “Everyone works together.” Only Big Tag’s mouth moved. The rest of his body was perfectly still. “You’re in an industry where you don’t take days off, so unless you’re planning on being celibate or buying a fun blowup friend from the Internet, you should probably lower your standards and fuck where you eat.” He chuckled. “That’s funny because he really does eat here.”
― Lexi Blake, Perfectly Paired

“I personally think this was his play all along and we could have avoided this entirely if Ian had simply let the man in a training class.” “You know how I feel about douchebag names.” Big Tag shook his head. A groan came from Chef’s mouth. “He has a list.” “Arlo, Milo, Kylo,” Big Tag began. “Basically all the o’s. Except dildo. If someone is named Dildo, I’ll totally let them in. Ephram, Jeremiah. Basically anyone who sounds like they do civil war reenactments on weekends. Then you’ve got the moneybags. Chet, Thad, Brock. Oh, and anyone named Chazz. If you sound like you belong on a reality dating show, you’re out.” “Because Seth doesn’t rank on any of those lists,” Chef shot back. Big Tag shrugged. “Not my call. Charlie shot down John Wayne Taggart. Apparently when you shove a ten-pound baby out your hoo haw, you get naming rights.”
― Lexi Blake, Perfectly Paired