“Of course I remember that. You sounded like a frat boy and looked like a fucking model. What man could ever forget that?”

“Wait, you remember that?""Of course I remember that. You sounded like a frat boy and looked like a fucking model. What man could ever forget that?""I would have given anything to know what you were thinking right then.""I was thinking, 'Highly fuckable intern, twelve o'clock. Disengage, soldier. I repeat, disengage.”

“I could fucking consume you”

“So here were the facts: I felt possessive of her. Not in a romantic sort of way, but in a "hit her over the head, drag her off by the hair, and fuck her" way. Like she was my toy and I was keeping the other boys in the sandbox from playing with her. How sick was that? If she ever heard me admit to that, she would cut off my balls and feed them to me.”

“Chloe, are you in the bathroom fucking that nice slice of man cake?”

“He looked calm and completely at ease. No trace remained of the wild man who had fucked me in the La Perla dressing room approximately eighteen hours and thirty-six minutes ago. Not that I was counting.”

“Who would have thought working for an angry jackass would result in my getting fucked up against a cold window at work and liking it?”