Keisha said... I'm going to ride you so hard you might regret seeking shelter here.Gabe replied... IF you don't, I'm gonna need to go back out and throw myself into a snowbank just to cool off

Gotta love it when a plan comes together...

...Because I have a a serious medical condition. Gabe shook his head ruefully. It's called foot-in-mouth disease.

And suddenly, her day turned into the kind that explained why God invented chocolate, comfy pants, and booze.

Time for a showdown with her mutinous brewmaster. She'd tried nice. She'd tried all business. She'd tried cajoling. Now, it was time to try bitch with big brass balls.

In her career, she'd closed multi-million dollar deals without a hint of nerves. Now she needed a jumbo-sized bottle of antacids just to get out of her car. Or a double shot of whiskey. God, she was losing it.

She hadn't just drunk the Salvation Kool-Aid - she'd started to brew her own.

Buy a girl a beer?”“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” It wasn’t even in the same hemisphere as a good idea.Gillie stepped closer and raised herself up to her tiptoes, brushing her tits across his chest and bringing her full lips within kissing distance of his earlobe. “From what I remember you liked bad ideas.

Being this close to him was like sitting under a hotness heat lamp. In the desert. At high noon.