Billion Dollar Enemy Quotes

“His features are precise, a five-o’clock shadow darkening his skin. Thick brown hair falls in waves across his forehead—the kind any woman would want to run her hands through. Broad shoulders and an expensive suit. He looks ruggedly wealthy, as opposed to polished rich, which strikes me as an important distinction.”
― Olivia Hayle, Billion Dollar Enemy

“Yes.” He waves the bartender over. “I’ll have a whiskey neat. And the lady would like…” I’m given a second chance, and I’m not going to hesitate this time. “A porn star martini,” I say. “With lots and lots of passionfruit.” The stranger shoots me a crooked grin. “Interesting choice.” “The drink tastes good,” I say defensively, “despite the name.” “Hmm. Or perhaps because of it?” To my mortification, a blush rises to my cheeks. I clear my throat and nod to the other side of the bar. “I’ve been thinking about the couple in the back… They’re”
― Olivia Hayle, Billion Dollar Enemy

“left shoots me another leering glance. He’s nursing what must be his umpteenth scotch, his glazed eyes telling. Isn’t it funny how creepy men exist everywhere, in each and every layer of our society? A suit and a six-figure income makes no difference. I don’t delete that. It’s too true. The man moves a few chairs over, a sly smile on his lips. “Good evening, gorgeous.”
― Olivia Hayle, Billion Dollar Enemy

“that night in the hotel bar. Little did I know I had entered a different world, one of money and wealth— No, it’s not working. It’s clichéd and predictable. I put my phone down with a sigh and reach for my Old-Fashioned. The drink screams refinement, but as I take another sip, I have to hide a grimace from the strength. I’d ordered it to fit in, too afraid to tell the snooty bartender that I wanted something fruity and sugary. Glancing morosely down at the overpriced drink, it is a decision I regret. I’d come here to research the novel I was working on. To understand the setting, the rich decor, the throbbing beat of unintelligible jazz music. It’s an environment I’m unfamiliar”
― Olivia Hayle, Billion Dollar Enemy

“He continues as if I didn’t speak. “Now, you never gave me back the thermometer. I thought that was why you showed up.” I sink down onto my couch. “It was just a pretext.” “Yeah, well, I’m here on the same one.” There’s a knock on my front door. “Let me in, Holland. I want my thermometer back.”
― Olivia Hayle, Billion Dollar Enemy