“Now be a gentleman and open the door for me. My hands are full.”
“The wind held the door open for me, and I appreciated it. Who knew the breeze was such a southern gentleman?”
“The elevator doors open on the ground floor. Christian shakes his head slightly as if to clear his thoughts and gestures for me to exit before him in a most gentlemanly manner.Who’s he kidding? He’s no gentleman. He has my panties.”
“Give me open hands and open doors.”
“Once opening the door was a promise of happiness, now my surroundings seem to have appointed me the keeper of sadness.”
“He had waited until I had my door open, then driven away. The perfect gentleman. Sort of like Dracula just before he drank your blood.”