Impertinent submissive,” Raoul snapped, and his dark brown eyes turned mean. “Nothing new for this one. You're doing a lousy job of bringing her to heel, Marcus.”
“Bring me to heel? Like I'm a dog?” Without thinking, Gabi instinctively yanked away and snapped out, “Bite me.
And for a moment there, despite the bruising, despite the snarled dirty hair, despite her sunburned skin and the suffering in her eyes that she refused to let defeat her, she was one of the prettiest things he'd ever seen.
~Dallas and Amy~
Javier opened her makeup kit, held it edge to edge with the dressing table, and swept everything--every vial, brush, tube, and bottle--into the kit with his forearm.
Laura gaped at him. "That stuff is worth hundreds of dollars."
He shrugged, then shut the kit. "That's how SEALs pack makeup.
Then it’s a deal, we’re friends.”
“Can we just make one conditional rule here? That if we get into a situation where we know—absolutely—that we’re going to die, we can have—“
She pulled her hand away. “Don’t say it!”
He did. “Sex.”
She glared her disbelief. “You are such and asshole!”
“I am,” Ian agreed. I’m afraid that accepting me for who I am comes with the territory when talking friendship.”
“Stay in the shadows, asshole,” she said, then turned to stalk up the lawn toward the deck.
“Thank you,” he said as he headed for the shrubs. “I appreciate our open-minded acceptance of my asshole-ishness.”
And he wasn’t sure, but he could’ve sword that he heard Phoebe laugh.
I met Ana doing free weights,” Roger said. “This hard-body señorita was putting me to shame on squats, and I asked her how she got such a tight ass —”
“And then she decked you.”
“Nah, she loved it! She’s real proud of that butt — she should be. She took me to one of her classes, and I got hooked. She’s a Zumba instructor.”
Grant absorbed that information for a moment. “You do...Zumba?”
“It’s great! Much more fun than PT. You just get going...” He did a little two-step maneuver on the city street, dancing to an unknown Latin beat. “Cha cha cha. Heeuh? Ana does this a little better than me...”
Grant tried to hold it in. He really did. But his body quivered, his shoulders shook, and soon a whooping laugh erupted — which lasted quite a few seconds.
Roger abruptly stopped his dance. “You judge, Madsen. Not cool.