“En el momento en que nuestras miradas se cruzaron, sentí que algo me atravesaba hasta lo más hondo, aquella conciencia primitiva que sólo había sentido con él. De una forma muy primaria, algo en mi interior sabía que él era mío. Lo había sabido desde la primera vez que mis ojos lo miraron.”
“Gideon era mío,completamente mío. Pero aun así, una parte de mi mente estaba asombrada de que pudiera tenerlo así, de que estuviera desnudo, en una cama que compartíamos, en un apartamento que compartíamos, de que estuviese dentro de mí, de una parte de mí, aceptando cada pedazo de mi amor y pasión y devolviéndome mucho más.”
“I may have one need that you could fulfill if you d like... he said.”
“Careful, Love. You can t offer a starving man a feast and expect him not to take you up on it.”
“Your hatred is my foreplay.” - Julian King”
“What do you know about me, Isabeau? He leaned forward, and I forced myself to stay still instead of shying away. He was so close that I could smell the subtle notes of his cologne: musk and wood with a hint of leather. What did he want me to say? That everyone said he was an ogre? Or that they all wanted to sleep with him anyway? I... Go on. You won t hurt my feelings. He was still smiling, slight dimples visible in both cheeks. The sight was destracting, to say the least. I know that you re the youngest CEO and partner in the company s history, and I know that you earned the spot by working your way up after graduate school instead of using your inheritance as a crutch. Everyone knows that. What do you know about me? The real stuff. None of this press release bullshit. I looked down at my hands, anything not to have to look up at his face so close to me. Um. People say... they say that you re scary. And that your assistants don t last long. He laughed, a deep, warm sound that seemed to fill up the office. I glanced up to see him smirking at me. I relaxed my grip on the desk a little. Maybe I wasn t being fired after all. What else do they say? Oh, God. He can t possibly want me to tell him everything. Does he? The look on his face confirmed that he did. It was clear by the way he looked at me that I wasn t leaving this office until I gave him exactly what he wanted. They say. Um... They say that you re very, uh, good looking... and impossible to please. Oh they do, do they? He sat back, and tented his fingers beneath his chin. Well, do you agree with them? Do you think I m scary, handsome and woefully unsatisfied? My mouth dropped open, and I quickly closed it with a snap. Yes. I mean, no! I mean, I don t know... He stood, then, and leaned in close, towering over me. You were right the first time. Anxiety coursed through me, but I have to admit, being this close to him, smelling his scent and feeling the heat radiating off his body, it made me wonder what it would be like to be in his arms. To be his. To be owned by him... His face was almost touching mine when he whispered to me. I am unsatisfied, Isabeau. I want you to be my new assistant. Will you do that for me? Will you be at my beck and call? My breath left me as his words sunk in. When I finally regained it, I felt like I was trembling from head to toe. His beck and call. Wh-what about your old assistant? Mr. Drake leaned back again and took my chin in his hand, forcing my eyes to his. What about her? I want you. His touch on my skin was electric. Are we still talking about business? Yes, Mr. Drake. His thumb stroked my cheek for the briefest of moments, and then he released me, breathless, and wondering what I d just agreed to.”
“A brief hush fell over the table when the guy from the bar approached. After he finished depositing their drinks in the center of the table, Lynn jumped on the opportunity to flirt, winking and smiling prettily at him. “Thanks, cowboy.” “Cowboy?” Reaching for her appletini, Piper laughed. Lynn shrugged. “When I picture him in my bed, I see a Stetson and a saddle.” Something well-known among their group, ever since she watched John Travolta in Urban Cowboy, she was on a mission to secure herself her very own cowboy. “I bet you see a branding iron too,” Jules snickered. Lynn’s thoughtful gaze trailed after him as the bartender returned to making drinks.”
“What is Destiny? Is it a doctrine formulated by aristocrats and philosophers arguing that there is some unseen driving force predicting the outcomes of every minuscule and life altering moment in one s life? Or is it the artistry illustrated by those under-qualifed and over-eager to give their future meaning and their ambitions hope? Is it a declaration by those who refuse to accept that we are alone in this universe, spinning randomly through a matrix of accidental coincidences? Or is it the assumptions made by those who concede that there is a divine plan or pre-ordained path for each human being,regardless of their current station? I think destiny is a bit of a tease.... It s syndical taunts and teases mock those naive enough to believe in its black jack dealing of inevitable futures. Its evolution from puppy dogs and ice cream to razor blades and broken mirrors characterizes the fickle nature of its sordid underbelly. Those relying on its decisive measures will fracture under its harsh rules. Those embracing the fact that life happens at a million miles a minute will flourish in its random grace. Destiny has afforded me the most magical memories and unbelievably tragic experiences that have molded and shaped my life into what it is today...beautiful. I fully accept the mirage that destiny promises and the reality it can produce. Without the invisible momentum carried with its sincere fabrication of coming attraction, destiny is the covenant we rely on to get ourselves through the day. To the destiny I know awaits me, I thank you in advance. Don t cry because it s over....smile because it happened.”
“She wasn’t ready for this kind of distraction he caused her. It was bad enough she found him attractive, but having a attractive man in her home was just asking for trouble.”
“One song bled into another and they remained locked together, neither willing to break the intimacy that surrounded them, concealing them in the small space the two occupied.”
“The sound of his rough voice was…comforting, like there was safety wherever he was. Well, some safety…he certainly had an awful lot of sneaky tricks up his sleeve.”
“A master like Raoul looks for a woman whose need to serve and submit matches his need to protect and take command.”
“If I didn t love so damn hard I wouldn t have someone to risk my life for.”
“Look at me, sugar.” She lifted her eyes, and he wiped away the tear that spilled over. “I could tell you what I do and don t do, but you wouldn t believe a word I said. So let s get this over with.”
“It s fun being a girl.”
“He d seen when she began to panic, but he hadn t offered comfort like other Doms or changed his plans. He d just waited her out. She could hate him a little for that.”
“Don’t you like them?” She ran her fingers across the waistband of her panties. “I’m afraid I can’t appreciate them in such low lighting. You will have to take them off and let me have a better look.” He tried to smile innocently. She rested her hands on her hips and shook her head slowly. “Very well. I will have to do it for you.” He took a step closer to her.”