“Embarrassed someone would see you and think you’re capable of reading?”“I do have a reputation to maintain.”“And what a lovely reputation that is.”

“He was lounging in a cubicle beside an outdated computer, hands shoved into the pockets of his faded jeans. A wavy lock of hair covered his forehead, brushing against thick lashes. His lips curled into a half smile. “I was wondering if you were ever going to find me.” He made no move to clear up any space in the tiny 6x6 hole.I dropped my bag outside the walls and hopped up on the desk opposite him. “Embarrassed someone would see you and think you’re capable of reading?”“I do have a reputation to maintain.”“And what a lovely reputation that is.”He stretched out his legs so that his feet were under mine. “So what did you want to talk about”—his voice lowered to a deep, sexy whisper—“in private?”I shivered—and it had nothing to do with the temperature. “Not what you’re hoping.”Daemon gave me a sexy smirk.”

“I have a reputation to maintain.""Best-dressed pirate?”

“Be more concerned with character than reputation. Character is what you are, reputation is what people think you are.”

“Worry more about your character than your reputation. Character is what you are, reputation merely what others think you are.”

“Be more concerned with your character than with your reputation, for your character is what you are, while your reputation is merely what others think you are.”