“Christ on a cracker, he's pretty.”

“When I came in this morning, I'd had a plan. I was going to walk in there, throw that receipt in his pretty little face, and tell him to shove it. But then he'd looked so goddamn sexy in that charcoal Prada suit, and his hair stuck up like a neon sign screaming, Do Me.”

“I don't want to walk out that door and lose what we found in this room."His simple words rocked me. He wasn't declaring, he wasn't promising, but he said exactly what I'd needed to hear. We might not know what was happening, but we wouldn't leave it unfinished.”

“For tonight, until the sun came up and the suitcases were packed, he was mine.”

“I didn't know," he whispered. "I didn't know I could love you so much.”

“If a woman wanted a man to think of her constantly, she should tell him he could only have her once a wee and bam - concentration blown.”

“You have very Grace Kelly-like tendencies about you. I hear Grace Kelly had a filthy mouth too," he added. "You love my filthy mouth.""True. But I like it better when its full," he said, meaningful smirk in place. "You know, if you would shut up once in a while you'd be damn near perfect.""But I'd be a silent panty ripper, which I think is a lot creepier than the angry-boss panty ripper.”