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How to Choose a Guy in 10 Days
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Lila Monroe13,672 ratings, 3.58 average rating, 1,219 reviews
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“It’s magic. It’s perfect. It’s hands-down the sexiest moment of my entire life.
And then my stomach gurgles loudly.
Zach pulls away, smiling. “Was that you, or a truck passing somewhere?”
― How to Choose a Guy in 10 Days
And then my stomach gurgles loudly.
Zach pulls away, smiling. “Was that you, or a truck passing somewhere?”
― How to Choose a Guy in 10 Days
“I haven’t fought for anything in a long time, but I want to fight for her. For us.”
― How to Choose a Guy in 10 Days
― How to Choose a Guy in 10 Days
“Sometimes the biggest fights were over the littlest things.”
― How to Choose a Guy in 10 Days
― How to Choose a Guy in 10 Days
“sometimes all it takes is a stylish outfit to remind someone that they can be more than they imagined—really give the confidence to start over again. And when everyone’s judging you by what you’re wearing, or if you look professional enough to give you that break … it can really make the difference.”
― How to Choose a Guy in 10 Days
― How to Choose a Guy in 10 Days
“Changing the way someone dresses can change the way someone feels about themselves.”
― How to Choose a Guy in 10 Days
― How to Choose a Guy in 10 Days
“Real life is better,” I assure him. “So much better.”
― How to Choose a Guy in 10 Days
― How to Choose a Guy in 10 Days
“I missed you,” he murmurs, and finds my lips for a kiss.”
― How to Choose a Guy in 10 Days
― How to Choose a Guy in 10 Days
“And I owe you an apology, too.”
― How to Choose a Guy in 10 Days
― How to Choose a Guy in 10 Days
“lanterns are strung between the buildings, and under them is a cute bistro table set for two, with white linens and a vase of roses. What the hell? Then a three-piece mariachi band steps from the shadows and starts to play. I look around wildly. Am I on some kind of YouTube prank show? What is Zoey doing? Then I realize, the song they’re playing is weirdly familiar. Pretty Woman. It can’t be … My heart stops. I almost don’t want to hope, but when I turn around, there he is. Zach. And he’s got a smile on his face.”
― How to Choose a Guy in 10 Days
― How to Choose a Guy in 10 Days
“This burger? Totally uncomplicated. Doesn’t want to change me. Needs nothing from me. Is never passive-aggressive. Doesn’t talk in code. It’s just here for me, no matter what. It’s just meat, cheese, and bread. The perfect relationship.”
― How to Choose a Guy in 10 Days
― How to Choose a Guy in 10 Days
“obviously excited, but I’m having trouble catching that excitement, because what was supposed to be a cool way to treat clients and help them with all their needs now feels like a money grab. I push my papers across the desk toward her. “I think you’ll see that with my plans—” “No, Gemma,” Serena says, interrupting me. “This isn’t what I wanted. I just don’t understand,” she adds, frowning. “I thought you wanted this job.” “I did! I do!” I take a breath. “I … just think I misunderstood the vision of the program.” Serena sighs and nods. “Why don’t you take the weekend and rethink your pitch? Add in some projections for commissions. Oh, and also I want you to strategize on some corporate partnerships.”
― How to Choose a Guy in 10 Days
― How to Choose a Guy in 10 Days
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― How to Choose a Guy in 10 Days
― How to Choose a Guy in 10 Days
“She wasn't manipulating me, not really. No, Gemma was upfront from the start about wanting to make me over for work. I’m the one who happily signed up to all the buffing and puffing and wax. And sure, she didn’t tell me about the contest, but would that have really changed anything? If she’d told me from the start, what would my reaction have been? Amusement, probably. I would have had a good laugh about it, and then helped her figure out a way to beat that bitch Arielle into the dirt. So why do I feel so shitty, when all the pieces add up to make sense? Because of Lisa. I let out a sigh.”
― How to Choose a Guy in 10 Days
― How to Choose a Guy in 10 Days
“Maybe women wouldn’t be forced to act like such bitches around you if you weren’t a complete asshole!” I add. “But worse than that: you’re not even funny!” “Fuck you!” the guy looks furious, and takes a step towards me. “You want to say that again?” “Any time you like!” I yell back, before Zach grabs my arm. “That’s enough,” he says, dragging me towards the door. “What are you doing?” I protest, as he hustles me outside. “Saving your ass.” “I don’t need saving!” I protest, riled up. “I could take that guy in a fight!” “Exactly.” Zach grins. “And then he’d press charges, and you’d get carted to jail. He’s not worth a felony assault charge, is he?”
― How to Choose a Guy in 10 Days
― How to Choose a Guy in 10 Days
“I laugh and pull out the PB&J donut I got for myself, eager to dig in. The sweet raspberry filling oozes out down my chin and I have to lick it to keep it from dripping onto my shirt. Then the donut is plucked from my hand.
“Hey, I’m—” is as far as I get before Zach is kissing me. Or, more accurately, tasting me. Maybe even devouring me.
“You had …” he says in between kisses to the corner of my mouth. “… some …” Lick. “… jam …” Kiss. “… right …” Lick. “… here.”
Oh God. This man. Could he be any sexier?
And then he’s kissing me in earnest, the experience all the sweeter thanks to the donuts. And how good he is at kissing. He pulls me down onto the couch with him and we’re nearly horizontal. Which is so not a bad thing. His fingers twine in my hair and I sigh with happiness.”
― How to Choose a Guy in 10 Days
“Hey, I’m—” is as far as I get before Zach is kissing me. Or, more accurately, tasting me. Maybe even devouring me.
“You had …” he says in between kisses to the corner of my mouth. “… some …” Lick. “… jam …” Kiss. “… right …” Lick. “… here.”
Oh God. This man. Could he be any sexier?
And then he’s kissing me in earnest, the experience all the sweeter thanks to the donuts. And how good he is at kissing. He pulls me down onto the couch with him and we’re nearly horizontal. Which is so not a bad thing. His fingers twine in my hair and I sigh with happiness.”
― How to Choose a Guy in 10 Days
“The sun starts to sink lower over the ocean, and Zach somehow magics up a fire from driftwood and kindling.
And then he brings out the marshmallows.
Not a bag of mass-produced, uniform white cylinders of sugar. But two not-quite-square, hand-made, artisanal marshmallows.
I look up at him. “Are you kidding me right now?”
The right side of his mouth kicks up in a smirk that says I gave him exactly the reaction he was looking for. “Nope,” he says. “I asked the baker and she made these special for us. After all, I did promise you.”
He grabs a forked stick and roasts them for us. When they’re perfectly golden brown and sagging off the stick, he slides it onto a graham cracker, and adds a square of chocolate.
I put the entire thing in my mouth.
“Ohmigod!” I murmur. “This is amazing!”
“Transcendent?” he teases.
“Absolutely.” I agree, licking some of the sugar off my fingers.
He grabs my wrist and the next thing I know, he’s licking the sugar off my fingers.
Oh God, and now I’m thinking of last night and what else he licked. As I watch, his eyes get intense; he’s thinking the same.
“We can’t have sex on the beach,” I say breathlessly. “Too sandy.”
“You have a one-track mind, don’t you?” he teases. “I only brought you here for the sunset.”
Aaaand now I feel like an idiot. “Right,” I cough, blushing. “Well, thank you.”
“But …” He adds, his mouth curving into that sexy smile that kills me. “That doesn’t mean we can’t … kiss.” His hand comes up to push a stray lock of hair behind my ear.
I nod because resistance is futile. The best I can do is make light of it so he can’t see the emotion coursing through me. “I’m pretty sure it’s the law that when you drink wine and eat artisanal marshmallows on the beach, you have to kiss.” I wave vaguely toward where we left the car. “I saw it on the sign by the parking lot.”
“Well, if it’s a law,” he grins. A second later, his lips find mine.
He tastes like wine and sugar, and pure Zach. I sigh in pleasure. This picnic, the marshmallows—everything—just might be the most romantic thing anyone’s ever done for me.
But that perfect sunset? We totally miss it.
After all, there are better things to do.”
― How to Choose a Guy in 10 Days
And then he brings out the marshmallows.
Not a bag of mass-produced, uniform white cylinders of sugar. But two not-quite-square, hand-made, artisanal marshmallows.
I look up at him. “Are you kidding me right now?”
The right side of his mouth kicks up in a smirk that says I gave him exactly the reaction he was looking for. “Nope,” he says. “I asked the baker and she made these special for us. After all, I did promise you.”
He grabs a forked stick and roasts them for us. When they’re perfectly golden brown and sagging off the stick, he slides it onto a graham cracker, and adds a square of chocolate.
I put the entire thing in my mouth.
“Ohmigod!” I murmur. “This is amazing!”
“Transcendent?” he teases.
“Absolutely.” I agree, licking some of the sugar off my fingers.
He grabs my wrist and the next thing I know, he’s licking the sugar off my fingers.
Oh God, and now I’m thinking of last night and what else he licked. As I watch, his eyes get intense; he’s thinking the same.
“We can’t have sex on the beach,” I say breathlessly. “Too sandy.”
“You have a one-track mind, don’t you?” he teases. “I only brought you here for the sunset.”
Aaaand now I feel like an idiot. “Right,” I cough, blushing. “Well, thank you.”
“But …” He adds, his mouth curving into that sexy smile that kills me. “That doesn’t mean we can’t … kiss.” His hand comes up to push a stray lock of hair behind my ear.
I nod because resistance is futile. The best I can do is make light of it so he can’t see the emotion coursing through me. “I’m pretty sure it’s the law that when you drink wine and eat artisanal marshmallows on the beach, you have to kiss.” I wave vaguely toward where we left the car. “I saw it on the sign by the parking lot.”
“Well, if it’s a law,” he grins. A second later, his lips find mine.
He tastes like wine and sugar, and pure Zach. I sigh in pleasure. This picnic, the marshmallows—everything—just might be the most romantic thing anyone’s ever done for me.
But that perfect sunset? We totally miss it.
After all, there are better things to do.”
― How to Choose a Guy in 10 Days
“Thanks,” I say, taking a delicious sip, then look at him sideways. “You’re not trying to get me drunk, are you? Because spoiler alert: you don’t need to if you want to get lucky.”
Zach laughs. “Good to know. Hungry?”
― How to Choose a Guy in 10 Days
Zach laughs. “Good to know. Hungry?”
― How to Choose a Guy in 10 Days
