Moonlighter Quotes

“Problem?” Eric asks. And is he flexing his pecs at me? “Did I spill something on my shirt?”
My face burns as I drag my gaze up to meet his. “No spills. But I’m not sure that fits you. Consider sizing up.”
“No way.” He gives me a slow smile. “This shirt is lucky.”
“Oh.” All the athletes I know are superstitious. “You mean you win games after you wear it?”
“No, I mean it’s lucky to be wrapped so tightly around me. I wouldn’t want to deprive this shirt of that privilege. Wouldn’t you agree?”
― Sarina Bowen, Moonlighter

“She lifts her chin and turns to sear me with a look. “I don’t do PDA. Ever.”
“Not even for your big, grumpy, jealous boyfriend?”
“Not at a business conference.” She gives her head a shake. “There are other ways to act like a couple without pawing each other.”
I laugh out loud. “Pawing? I kissed you on your stubborn, bossy head. If there were pawing, you’d know. I could demonstrate later, if you want. No pressure.”
― Sarina Bowen, Moonlighter

“One does not win an argument with a woman. One simply survives it.”
― Sarina Bowen, Moonlighter

“Morning.” She blinks at me. Specifically at my abs, I think. “Where are your pajamas?”
“Don’t own any.” I glance down at my boxers. All the important bits are covered. “Does it matter? I could put on my bathing suit instead. It’s more or less the same thing in a brighter color.”
“Right.” She clears her throat. But I don’t miss her eyes making another quick sweep of my body. And I have to hold back a laugh. Could Alex be having a moment of regret? “Um…” She shakes her head once. “Thank you for dealing with the delivery.”
“No problem.” I lift a hand to my chest and stroke a palm down my bare skin.
And, yup, her eyes lock onto my fingers, and she follows my movements like a hungry dog eyes a piece of meat.
How funny is this? Now I’m definitely not putting on a shirt this morning. Not until I absolutely have to. Why ruin the fun?”
― Sarina Bowen, Moonlighter

“We’ll share the bed,” I repeat. I’m so tired right now I just need a tiny fractional part of the bed and I’ll be gone from this world.
“Fine. If I can pretend to be your boyfriend outside of this room, I suppose I can pretend to be a gentleman inside it.”
“Is it that much of a stretch?” I walk over to the nearest side, lift the covers and slide in.
“I guess you’ll find out,” he says.”
― Sarina Bowen, Moonlighter

“Don’t forget – you’ll have to pretend to like me.”
“Huh,” I say, scratching my chin. “So, like, I shouldn’t ogle other women? Or pick up some chick at the bar, and take her back to my room?”
“Of coursenot.” A look of pure horror crosses Alex’s face.
“But baby,” I complain. “Maybe your new boyfriend is a swinger. How do you feel about threesomes?”
“Eric!” Her eyes bug out.”
― Sarina Bowen, Moonlighter

“It’s the most successful company that you’ve never heard of.
In contrast, I’ve been a professional athlete for fifteen years. I make seven million dollars a year, and I’m basically the family slacker.”
― Sarina Bowen, Moonlighter

“The car begins to rise toward the sixth floor. The elevator buttons wouldn’t even work if I pressed one. Only employees can choose a destination, and only if they’re approved to go there.
It’s like an even more paranoid version of the Death Star. Although, I’ve been promised tacos, and I don’t think the dark lord eats Mexican.”
― Sarina Bowen, Moonlighter

“Here’s a zip tie!” my father says, pulling one out of his pocket. Some families carry tissues and gum. We carry restraints.”
― Sarina Bowen, Moonlighter

“Within five seconds, they’re all gone. I get one more curious look from Rolf before the door clicks shut, leaving me standing mostly naked in a hotel room I never planned to visit. I feel a little slutty, if I’m honest. Like a high-priced escort. Then again, slutty looks good on me.”
― Sarina Bowen, Moonlighter

“This whole conversation makes me want to triple check the expiration date on my current box of condoms.”
― Sarina Bowen, Moonlighter

“I want to choke him. I really do. It might be the end of me, though. This fucking apartment is probably equipped with a mechanism that senses danger. If I lunge for him, the ping-pong table would probably swallow me whole and digest me slowly. Like a high-tech Venus Flytrap.”
― Sarina Bowen, Moonlighter