Assistant To The Villain Book Quotes

That dream I had about the boss last night," she leaned closer. "It was dirty. Giggling at the shock on Tatianna's face Evie spun back around, only to halt immediately in her tracks. Swallowing a lump in her throat, her eyes as wide as saucers, Evie said, "Hello Sir! Any chance you'd like to add my head to the entryway?

The tiles were haphazardly placed in a design that altogether formed the shape of a vibrant sun shining its light down on an old book. An accurate description in Evie's eyes, since a good book often felt like the same comfort as the heat of the sunlight brushing your cheeks.

This is what you get for reading books with no naughty words in them.

But any ailment of the heart could be ignored, or at the very least forgotten for a little while, when an open book sat before you, pages lined with nothing but new possibilities.

What sort of book?” The Villain asked, taking a sip. “I don’t know. I like romances, usually the dirty ones.” And suddenly he was choking, spraying part of his drink across the table. He brought another brightly colored handkerchief, this one yellow, to his mouth. “My apologies—I wasn’t prepared for quite such an honest answer.

a good book often felt like the same comfort as the heat of sunlight brushing your cheeks.

since a good book often felt like the same comfort as the heat of sunlight brushing your cheeks.

Women’s tears scared men, but the functions of the female body clearly sent them into apoplectic fits.

good book often felt like the same comfort as the heat of sunlight brushing your cheeks.

The Villain leaned down and spoke quietly in Evie’s ear, his voice smoky and dark. “I don’t need your books.” His dark gaze on her was a caress, a finger running down her cheek. “I already have it.” It felt like a secret confided and a bitter confession all rolled into one. What in the deadlands? “You already have what?” His eyes lingered on her face, dipping to her red lips. “Inspiration.” Now, why does that seemingly ordinary word suddenly sound absolutely filthy? Probably because he’s saying it while staring at you like he wants to melt your corset. And pathetically…it’s working.

Are you playing with me?” she asked. “Sage, I wouldn’t begin to know how.” She folded her hands behind her back, giving him her best customer service saccharine sweetness. “I could loan you one of my books. They’d give you some inspiration.” “I’m going to pretend you’re discussing a sports manual so that I don’t lose my breakfast,” Gideon said, waving his hands back and forth like he was attempting to wash an invisible window.

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Sage, do not make a pet of my prisoners.” “Then stop having adorable prisoners.” She winked at Kingsley before placing the treacherous creature back on his desk. “Point taken,” he conceded, putting both hands up in submission. He sighed and tried to come back to who he was before this natural disaster of a person entered his hemisphere.

She hated quiet. It was quiet the last time she saw her brother. It was quiet the day her mother left. It was quiet when her father got sick. The quiet had brought her so much pain. An instinctual part of Evie shrank from it, waiting for the next blow.