“Good God, he’s even hotter than I remember!”
“Now that I’ve come to terms with the fact that the bastard is going to affect me whether I like it or not, he’s even hotter than before.”
“God.” Jules sighed longingly. “You don’t even know. That man’s hotter than Georgia asphalt in July.”
“Not to mention that he’s hotter than seven shades of hell and could probably make me forget my convictions when he kisses me.”
“There is no God but one God and Art is his revealer; that’s my creed and I'll follow it to the end, to a hotter place than Pittsburgh if need be.”
“Cash winks at me from in front of the stove and pure lust twitches in my lower belly. There’s no denying this man is hot. Effing hot. Probably hotter than the stove he’s cooking on.”