“That’s pretty bad when my hormones can block out a homicide.”

“I feel like I’m going to an execution.Of my heart and my trust maybe.And that’s pretty much right.”

“You bring out the worst in me. What can I say?”“That’s because you haven’t given me the chance to bring out the best in you.”

“I look up and meet his eyes. I want to scratch them out. And then spit in his face. And then curse him for being exactly what I thought he was.A bad boy.A playboy.A heartbreaker.But I also want to kiss him. And let him carry me up to the private room above us and put an end to the dull ache of desire that’s been plaguing me since the first night we met when I pulled his shirt over his head.Dammit!”

“I don’t know why she tries so hard to resist me. I’m not such a bad guy. I’m fit and healthy, a successful business owner, I’m not in debt, and I’m pretty damn good-looking. Or so I hear anyway.”

“When my phone rings, I pull it out and check the screen. It says simply, “Olivia.” I smile wider.”

“I turn my head to look at him again. Immediately it gets all fuzzy with hormones.“Um, I was, uh, I was thinking about being shaken and stirred.” He looks over at me and quirks one brow. “I mean I was thinking how well you could probably shake and stir something.”Ohmigod, somebody stop me!”