You Americans. You suppress the body of its desires, and treat the heart as if it is a wild animal to be tamed, so that when those things are awakened in you , they have the strength of ravenous lions, too long imprisoned.
Louisa EdwardsHis head was thrown back, his chest
heaving, and the look on his face was more indicative of pain than
pleasure.
Rosemary snatched her fingers back, certain she’d
misunderstood the technique somehow.
But he whimpered piteously and she realized, no, she couldn’t
have misunderstood. Because (a) she was a genius, and (b) it just
wasn’t that complicated
Tag: conceited sexual-naivety
And all Wes could think, before pure, unadulterated lust dragged
him under, was: Hey, which one of us was supposed to be the
starving lion, again?
She fit
against him like a teaspoon inside a tablespoon, curves angling
together in all the right places to lock them into place with a nearly
audible click of perfection
Winslow bounced over on the balls of his feet, clearly not experiencing any sort of crash. 'Aren't your guys nervous? I'm nervous as all hell.'
'There's nothing to be nervous about,' Beck said, joining them. 'Nerves are only useful when they can spur you on to work harder, faster, better. Once the work is done, they become pointless.
Tag: zen work nerves cooking-competition
whatever," Winslow snorted. "The first team that got judged, from the Italian place on East Thrity-Sixth? They came back in here looking like whipped dogs. Come on, I Know i'm not the only one here about to wet myself."
There was a short pause while they all looked at Win, and the way he was sort of dancing in place.
"Dude," Danny finally said, "Maybe you just need to pee.
Tag: humor nerves cooking-competition potty-dance
Danny shook his head, amusement relaxing the tense line of his mouth. 'Is that all you think about?'
'No! Sometimes I think about food. And beer. The color cyan. I'm a complex and multilayered flower, Danny.
Tag: humor
Max rocked back on his heels, shoving his hands into his pockets, and said, 'So. Juliet Cavanaugh. I assume my parents have been talking your ear off for the last however many months, telling you how awesome I am, and filling your head full of stories of my impressive talents in the kitchen.'
'Um. Not so much,' Jules said, shooting a glance at Danny, who shook his head and went back to his prep work.
'No? I should take this opportunity to set the record straight, then.' Max heaved a deep sigh. 'It's all true.'
'What?'
'Everything they should've told you about me,' Max explained. 'And I don't know why they didn't, because it's all true. No exaggeration or family bias plays into it at all--I am the best chef in the entire world.
Tag: humor
I'm shocked and appalled that you would dare to suggest I might not be completely original and unique in every way. I'll have you know that I'm a very special snowflake, Ms. Cavanaugh. There's no one like me anywhere in the world. I know, because I checked.
Louisa EdwardsTag: humor uniqueness
So..." he said, shoving his hands in his pockets and rocking back onto his heels. "You come here often?"
Picking up on his mood with the lightning quickness that had won them a space in the finals, Jules flirted right back."Pretty often. But you must be new. I'm sure I'd remember if I'd seen you here before, hot stuff."
That made him grin and saunter closer, close enough to reach out and smooth a lock of dark gold hair behind her ear. "What do you say we low this joint?...
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