165 Quotes by Eve Langlais

Hand-to-hand combat provided a great workout, but it wreaked havoc on my cleaning bill. Or if I get dirty enough, I could always go shopping. I’d stolen Daddy’s credit card again, to his delight, which meant I could go shopping until it screamed.

You were playing in the road?” “Road, sidewalk, does it really matter? What’s more important is, if I can’t play inside, and I can’t play outside, where is a girl supposed to play?” Upstairs, eleventh floor, condo unit 1101. His bedroom had plenty of room. Of course the sport he pictured didn’t involve any props. Nor did it include any clothes. But telling her she could play with him naked probably wasn’t the answer she looked for.

If he weren’t blue, would you be reacting like this?” Diana thought about it. “Actually, yes, I would still act like this because this isn’t romantic. When I dreamt of my fantasy man taking me away, it was because of love, not because some busybody told him to. He doesn’t even like me, but he wants to marry me ’cause some Oracle says so.

Impossible,” he muttered. “Just impossible to reason with.” “Don’t blame me because you can’t grasp the female mind.” “The female mind is easy compared to that of a lioness. You’re all freaking nuts.” “Why thank you.

I thought you hated the beach because the sand gets in your unmentionables and you scream like a little girl when slimy things like fish or seaweed touch you.” “I do hate those things.

You can call me Remy, but, when I get your thighs around my neck, feel free to call me God. It totally pisses Lucifer’s brother off, which means brownie points for me.

And you’re sane?” He couldn’t help but chuckle. “I guess that depends on who you ask.” “I mean, you don’t feel an urge to throw yourself off the cliff? Claw out your own eyes? Choke yourself? Jab needles in your ears?” As her list went on and one, his eyes widened until with her, “Have an urge to eat brains?”, he halted her. “Slow down, sweetheart. If you’re asking if I have any suicidal, homicidal, or cannibalistic desires currently on my mind, then the answer is no.

Please note that the hunk sitting across from you may cause heart palpitations, clammy hands, wet panties, and a hunger for things not meant to be eaten in public.

House of pleasure, how may I orally please you?” she purred, recognizing the number.