With a chuckle, Jack mumbled under his breath to Nick. 'It's like watching the preppy, well-bred versions of you and me trash-talking.
Julie JamesStichwörter: julie-james a-lot-like-love nick-mccall jack-pallas
Sidekick? Fuck you, porky.
Julie JamesStichwörter: humor insults name-calling
Ever hear of a telephone, asshole?
Julie JamesI don’t mind hot and spicy. Actually find that appealing in a girl. And chicken wings.
Julie JamesStichwörter: humor attraction flirtation pickup-line
It should've been illegal for a man to walk around like that without some sort of permit.
Julie JamesStichwörter: sex-appeal male-beauty
More like a chocolate molten lava cake. A dessert so sinful, so luscious, so filled with inner heat it made a girl want to lick each and every crumb right off the plate. That was Jack Pallas.
Julie JamesIn the business world, what’s
the female equivalent of going golfing with a client?”
Laney gave this some thought. Payton fell silent, too, contemplating. After a few moments, neither of them could come up with anything.
How depressing.
Payton sighed, feigning resignation. “Well, that’s it. I guess I’ll just have to sleep with them.”
Laney folded her hands primly on the table. “I think I’m uncomfortable with this conversation.
Payton and Laney watched him go.
Laney shook her head. “Unbelievable.”
Payton gestured. “See—I told you.”
“That man has such a great butt.”
“Laney!”
“What? I’m conservative, Payton, not blind.
Nick watched as Jordan sipped her wine and made The Face-the seductive, the hell-with-wine-you-should-see-what-I-look-like-having-sex face. At least that was how he interpreted it.
Watching her with a predatory gaze, the douchebag grinned.
Apparently, he had a similar interpretation of The Face.
Something inside Nick snapped.
That was his fake girlfriend in there. Sitting at the table where they had just shared cheese fries the night before. And if she thought she could throw scorching hot sex-looks to any pansy-ass scarf-boy who wandered into her shop, she had another think coming.
He had a look of his own to show the douchebag.
It was time to break out the don't-fuck-with-me-face.
Thank God she wasn’t still hanging out in her underpants.
Julie JamesStichwörter: humor
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