“Business associates? Ouch. That’s worse than friends”

“In the business world, what’sthe 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.”

“Seriously, Taylor—do you know who I am?” he demanded.She smiled at this. “You celebrities actually say that? That’s cute.”

“I saw you laughing with your friends, and your smile sucked me right in.”

“The problem is, getting business is part of the business. It’s like a ritual with these guys: ‘Hey, how ‘bout those Club’ “ – the bad male impression was back – “ ‘let’s play some golf, smoke some cigars. Here’s my penis, there’s yours – yep, they appear to be about the same size – okay, let’s do some deals.’ “When the woman seated at the next table threw them a disapproving look over the foam of her jumbo-sized cappuccino, Laney leaned in toward Payton. “Let’s use our inside voices, please, when using the p-word,” she whispered chidingly.”

“Please. Like a little hangover’s going to get in the way of a man in love.”“Aw. That’s very romantic,” Rylann said.“Plus, I haven’t gotten laid in two months, and the reunion sex is awesome.”“And there’s the Shane we know and love.”

“Taylor: “Show me your craftiness. I’ll give you one question.”Jeremy: “I’m a big believer in first impressions,” he finally said. “Tell me what your first thought was when Jason walked into the courtroom.”Taylor: “I vowed to hate him forever.”Jeremy: “That’s exactly what I said nineteen years ago, five minutes after he first walked into our dorm room.”....Jason : “Did I miss something?”Taylor: “You’re a bit older than I thought, Jason Andrews.”Jason glanced quickly at Jeremy, who held up his hands innocently.Jeremy: “I swear, she forced it out of me.”