By A Thread Lucy Score Quotes

You want someone you can trust with your nightmares. Not just your dreams.

Look, the point of a relationship isn’t hiding your stupid wounds and flaws. It’s about showing them to someone and letting them still love you. You were able to hurt her because she let you in.

Maybe. I don’t know. Being around you feels like a never-ending boxing match, and I keep getting hit in the nuts.

You stick to your ring of hell, and I’ll stick to mine,” I agreed. “Perfect solution.” She yanked the conference room door open.

You type like a Clydesdale.

Don’t overestimate my control or underestimate your appeal, Ally.” And just like that, I was back in Put Your Dick in Me Town. “Geez, Dom.

Can I get you a drink?” Rude Sex Hair was back. “I don’t know. Can you?” I shot back. “We’re fresh out of the blood of children, Satan. How about something that matches your personality?” She was saying the words nicely. Sweetly even. “I’ll have a—” “Unsweetened iced tea,” she filled in for me. Bitter. Boring. Bland.

You want someone you can trust with your nightmares. Not just your dreams. She showed you her nightmare, and you walked

This hormone thing,” he said, gently wiping the tears from my face with his thumbs. “How long does it last?” “I guess we’ll find out,” I sobbed.

He was leaking precum like it was a competitive sport. And I. Was. Here. For. It.

I tapped the folder again. Debating. What the hell. I had a few minutes for an argument.

I basked in her disdain.

There’s a fine line between annoyance and ‘damn, I really want to get that naked,’” he pointed out.

We’re both on dates, and you’re telling me that if I quit my job—a job that is essential to my family’s survival—that you’ll be happy to fuck me,” I summarized.

I wasn’t looking for you. But I still found you.

Is this one of those places where you pay people to be assholes to you?” I asked my mother. “Oh, honey. I’m doing this for free.” Sex Hair batted thick lashes in my direction. I opened my mouth to destroy her.

Is DEFCON One or Five worse?” I asked in a squeak.

I really needed to stop consuming dairy products. This had to be some kind of hormonal effect from too much glorious cheese.

Give me a couple of minutes.” And the rest of your life.

By the way, from my sex to yours, a dick pic is not the right way to start a conversation.

Just keep being your belligerent self, and sooner or later, my mother will realize she made a terrible mistake.” “I don’t know about that. She kept you around.

You have too many annoying opinions.” “Take it up with your mother,” she said cheerfully. “Why don’t we play a game where we sit in silence for the entire ride back?

What can I do for you, boss?” “Just keep being your belligerent self, and sooner or later, my mother will realize she made a terrible mistake.” “I don’t know about that. She kept you around.

We ended up in a tangle on the floor. The tile cooling heated skin. Muscles still shaking. Dominic stroked a hand over my hip. “I think I pulled a hamstring,” he whispered. “I think you impregnated my lungs.

Panic danced its way down my spine. If he walked in here and demanded to see me, I didn’t trust myself to not do something stupid. It was fifty-fifty on whether I’d punch him in the face or just go straight for his zipper with eager hands.

I’d offer to help you with him, but I hate you.

Tacos and home renovation supplies with an entrepreneur, a male exotic dancer, and a drag queen on her day off. Just another glamorous day in the life.

I’m not looking for anything,” I insisted, nerves getting the best of me. “I wasn’t looking for you. But I still found you.” “What are you saying?” I squeaked. “I’m saying I found you. And I’m not fighting it anymore. You’re mine.

How did you meet?” I asked. Please, for the love of my sanity, say a church group promoting abstinence. “Who?” she asked, rearranging the photos leading with the twirl. “Your date.” “Oh. On a dating app,” she said cheerfully. Fuck.

Harry was silent, and I looked up. He was sniffing the air. “You smell that?” he asked. I knew where this was going. “I do not.” “I do. It’s strong. Here. Let me waft it toward you,” he said, flicking his hands at me. “That’s the smell of bullshit.

A junior editor chirped in my ear about canary yellow sundresses and Cuban photoshoots while the January wind worked its icy fingers through my layers. I navigated the curb buried under foot-tall piles of what used to be snow. Now it was gray slush frozen into dirty, depressing clumps.

Don’t do this, Dom. Don’t be nice. Don’t ask me questions. I’m hanging on by a thread here.” He pulled me out of the chair and into his arms. It was a hug. A hard, breathless hug.

You two are what the annoying kids call #relationshipgoals.

Hands caught me, stopping me in my tracks, and then pushed me up against the brick of a building. A church. Oh, how appropriate.

You’re going to make some woman very lucky someday.” “Wish it was you.

I hated not being good at something.

It wasn’t out of the kindness of my heart. I had neither kindness nor a heart. I considered it atonement for being an asshole.

Everything Dom did felt like foreplay.

Holy baby goats in pajamas.

I’m not really a hearts and flowers kind of guy.” I was more of a “fuck her in a dark corner until she screamed my name” kind of guy.

The song was slow, dirty, tortured. I liked it. It reminded me of me.

I’m saying I found you. And I’m not fighting it anymore. You’re mine.

I don’t care what baggage you come with. That’s no excuse for treating one of the nicest, most beautiful souls in the world like garbage,

She’s a great girl, and I’m going to do everything I can to convince her to run in the other direction when you realize what a huge mistake you made and try to crawl back.

End of fucking story. I was her Prince Fucking Charming.

Things I Hate: 1. People who litter 2. The rumor mill 3. Getting shit on by birds 4. Not being able to stop thinking about you 5. My father

want you to know that despite the fact that I find you interesting, intelligent, infuriating, and very, very attractive, I’m not going to pursue any kind of relationship with you. I want you to feel safe at work. I don’t want you to think that I’m going to drag you into a copy room and fuck you against office equipment. I don’t want coworkers whispering behind your back because you had the misfortune to catch my eye. I don’t want your reputation torn to shreds just because I wonder what you look like naked. And, yes, I do think about that. And, no, I shouldn’t be telling you that.

Are you coming into work Monday or not? Me: As long as you swear never to wear a vest again. Don’t ruin this fetish for me, Charming. I’ll hate you forever.

I held up my bargain basement, pay-as-you-go, not-so-smart phone. “What the hell is that thing?” he asked. “A calculator?

Was grumpy and rude suddenly the new hot? My vagina seemed to think so. It hadn’t been that long since I’d given her some action. But apparently she was into well-dressed douches now. Great.

Holy baby goats in pajamas. I swear I almost blacked out. It was the most blatantly sexual thing he’d done in front of me. And I wanted more. I wanted to see him naked, spread out before me like a buffet.

I’d start a spa where women could get massages along with gynecological exams, mammograms, and dental cleanings. With a bar.

In the meantime, Brownie and I are still hoping you’ll walk back into our lives. He doesn’t know that I don’t deserve you. Please don’t tell him.

Do you really want to be on the receiving end of an alimony check from someone like Paul Russo? A man who used you and saw you as nothing more than an accessory? Or do you want to live and love and find some scrap of happiness

My brain screamed, “Oh, hell no,” as my traitorous lady parts started an inappropriate celebration

What she did late at night when she couldn’t sleep.

Who’s the most handsome boy?” Ally crooned, ruffling his ears. “I am,” I insisted. “But Brownie’s okay too.

Don’t ask me questions. I’m hanging on by a thread here.

I’d made it back to my office, locked myself in the washroom, and masturbated violently while thinking about her. In the middle of the day. In my own office. I’d come so fucking hard my knees buckled.

I remembered everything. And now I treasured it.

Even living in Colorado, I’d never actually gotten out on a ski slope. Mostly because I was more of a spiked hot chocolate and fuzzy socks by the fire kind of gal and less of a “Hey, let’s hurl ourselves down the side of a cliff on slippery toothpicks” one.

Pinky promise me,” he said, jabbing his pinky in the vicinity of my eye.

You know, you’d be a lot prettier if you smiled once in a while,” she mused, fluttering her lashes. No wonder women hated it when men said that.

I leaned in. “Quit.” “Make me.” “I fully intend to.

Reputations can’t be built on sweeping things under the rug,” I reminded her. “They’re built on stories. You’re in control of your story and how it’s told… or not told.

There are moments in everyone’s life when they stop, breathe, and wonder who the hell’s life they’re actually living.

You just light up every room you walk into. It’s like the sun coming up. Every time I see you, I feel better. I love it when you walk into a room.

I wasn’t looking for you. But I still found you.” “What are you saying?” I squeaked. “I’m saying I found you. And I’m not fighting it anymore. You’re mine.

I couldn’t take his Brownie from him.

You want someone you can trust with your nightmares. Not just your dreams. She showed you her nightmare, and you walked,” Delaney continued.

As March gave way to April, as winter mellowed into spring, Dominic’s emails kept coming.

Things kept happening. Good things.

Lady George Administration Memory Care Grant.

Are you purposely keeping the table between us?” “Yes,” he answered instantly. “Is it for my protection or yours?” “I haven’t decided yet.

You think I like this? You think I like being the asshole who can’t have you so I don’t want anyone else to either? Do you know how I felt all day just knowing that you were dressing for someone else? That you were going out with someone? That another man was going to touch you tonight?

I wanted her to the point of desperation. And it made me hate myself just a little more.

I wondered if I was leaving a trail of body glitter behind me like I was a Questionable Life Choices Tinkerbell.

Something on the nightstand caught her attention, and she leaned over to pick it up. She held up the copy of Pride and Prejudice accusingly. I shrugged. “It’s for decoration.” “There’s a receipt for a green tea dated last week being used as a bookmark,” she challenged.

There was a stir around me. I don’t know if it was the dress, the designer, or the girl. My girl.

Okay. So it had been pretty damn cool to strut down the runway in a beautiful dress on the arm of a very attractive man in front of the guy who’d rejected me repeatedly.

My dear, adorable, elderly neighbor had two great loves in this life: Feeding people and Pinterest.

Didn’t she know joy had no place here? I wanted her to be as annoyed and uncomfortable by my presence as I was of hers. I wanted her unable to function.

I can’t take the car. I’m going to Jersey,” she said, her voice calmer. “Nelson loves Jersey,” I told her. “I live for it, sir,” Nelson chimed in.

Go put on anything other than that outfit and grab one of the Burberry coats on your way out.

Dominic “ I want you to know that, despite the fact that I find you, interesting, intelligent, infuriating, and very, very attractive. I am not going to pursue any kind of relationship with you.

Bartender “ Honey, I don’t know what that was about. But vest guy looks like he can’t decide if he wants to spank you or devour you. That was code nuclear. If I had lady parts and I took him to bed. I’ll be concerned about my vagina spontaneously exploding.

You know, you’d be a lot prettier if you smiled once in a while,” she mused, fluttering her lashes.

Good. Because frankly, I’m irresistible, and you might as well just give up the fight now.” “I can’t afford to find you irresistible,” he said.

Hey, Mal, why don’t you try sexually harassing men on your own time?” Ally piped up, leaning over her wall. “Some of us are trying to eat here, and your praying mantis routine is nauseating.

Now, if you can point me in the direction of human resources, I’ll get out of your hair, and if we’re both very, very lucky, we’ll never see each other again.” I would have liked to point her in the direction of an open window.

Yup. I was falling in some serious like here.

Whatever they decide, we’ll figure out a way that I can still see you naked and you can still pay your bills.” “And they say romance is dead,” I said airily.

He pinned my hips to the desk and rutted into me. “Come. Now.” I opened my mouth to tell him that it doesn’t work that way. That women don’t just magically come on command because a hot guy tells her to. But I was too busy writhing under him as he ground against me, driving me straight off the edge of the cliff and into a nuclear detonation.

Basically relationships can’t exist between executives and underlings,

You want someone you can trust with your nightmares. Not just your dreams. She showed you her nightmare, and you walked,

Sometimes it’s up to us to tell the universe what we want. Not the other way around.

Would someone see about getting Sausage Fingers here a quieter way to take notes next time?” I said to the room in general. There were actual audible intakes of breath.

Is it hip-hop?” Ruth wanted to know. “Can I wear leg warmers? I live for any excuse to wear leg warmers.

Was grumpy and rude suddenly the new hot? My vagina seemed to think so.

Holy cheese and crackers.

This is the problem,” he insisted, his voice a rasp. “That’s a huge problem,” I agreed, still looking at his erection. “It looks painful.

I was more interested in feeling the problem… until I glanced down. I couldn’t help myself. He was visibly hard. Like “stuck a kielbasa in his pants” visibly hard.

Newly and temporarily poor but permanently, stupidly stubborn.

It was blindingly unfair that a man who didn’t want to want me could get me in a sexual lather just by standing next to me.

Being around you feels like a never-ending boxing match, and I keep getting hit in the nuts.

Dominic kept his gaze on me and reached down to adjust himself. Holy baby goats in pajamas. I swear I almost blacked out. It was the most blatantly sexual thing he’d done in front of me. And I wanted more.

My neck hives had hives.

Right now, I hated him. I loathed him. The only thing I hated more was the fact that I still wanted Dominic Russo.

sex hormones had destroyed my brain so that nothing else mattered but being touched by the man next to me.

Every touch, no matter how innocent, how platonic, took on layers of meaning. Each one kicked off chain reactions in my body’s chemistry.

I’d never wanted anyone with this gut-churning intensity before. I felt like my neurons were carving monuments to the woman in my brain.

I think about you, too, Dom. I like fighting with you, flirting with you. And apparently, you being a high-handed alpha asshole is a turn-on too. And I don’t like it any more than you do.

I’d been furious with the man. And then one glimpse of the purple-headed sea monster in his pants, and I’d gone all pizza delivery porno on him.

We need to talk. My brain screamed, “Oh, hell no,” as my traitorous lady parts started an inappropriate celebration.

Enemies with benefits.

I would not inappropriately touch my boss tonight. I would not inappropriately touch my boss tonight. I’d repeated the mantra all damn day.

you tried to turn my foot into a kebab with your footwear weaponry,

Here’s a free Ted Talk. Drunk texting never does what you want it to.

My life would never be the same. I was never letting her go. No matter what.

I just stared dumbly and cursed my lady parts for bursting into an angels’ chorus as they recalled Friday night in vivid detail

I tried not to look at the sexy ink on his forearms. Dressed-up and classy on the outside, but dig down a few layers, and Dominic Russo was a primal, rough-around-the-edges sex god.

Honey, I don’t know what that was about,” the bartender said, staring after the men. “But Vest Guy looks like he can’t decide if he wants to spank you or devour you.” I blinked. “So I’m not imagining it?” “That was a code nuclear. If I had lady parts and took him to bed, I’d be concerned about my vagina spontaneously exploding.

And in their place was a stunning, brand-new upright piano.

Money could temporarily transform anything.

reading Pride and Prejudice and identifying with poor, misunderstood Darcy.

I grinned when her foot slid up my ankle under the table.

You were always a disappointment to me.

Me for her body and her for everything else I could offer her.

It was official. Every woman in the building, including my own mother, hated my guts.

You never deserved her.

Look, the point of a relationship isn’t hiding your stupid wounds and flaws. It’s about showing them to someone and letting them still love you.

But there wouldn’t be any fixing this for me.

I don’t ever want a life without your name in it.

I’ve never told anyone that,

Actually the email said fell in love in the house, but that was a typo.

I’m tired of keeping secrets. I’m in love with Simone. We’ve been in a relationship for years.” “Holy. Shit,

I love you, Charming. I’m ready for our happily ever after.

You Russos keep changing my life at bus stops.

of course people are going to talk. Trying to avoid being a topic of conversation is a pretty lame way to live life. Sometimes, accepting the discomfort is how good things are earned.

Dominic, my only son is head over heels in love with a woman who challenges him and makes him smile. I’m happy for you.

Anything you want, Ally. All you have to do is ask.

And they say romance is dead,

It took a few minutes of everyone staring at Dom and me like we were alien overlords sent to enslave the human race before they all lightened up.

I couldn't work with this kind of tension. I needed to develop a drinking problem stat.

What the hell is wrong with you?" I demanded. The woman next to me carefully studying the Bible glared at me.

The last few days consisted mostly of conversations cutting off mid-sentence when I entered the room and me wondering when the whiplash workers' comp claims would start pouring in from people pretending not to look at us.

Brother, the last time I saw sparks flying like that was when my father-in-law tried to microwave leftovers in tinfoil.

We were shooting flower prints on a miserable, dead background. You know. Like the cavern in my chest where a heart should have been.

I just told you I'm running a dog trafficking scheme, and you want to talk fashion?" I joked

(This is the secret to finding out just how bad a person is in case you need it for interviewing future wives or human sacrifices.)

I do. It's strong. Here. Let me waft it toward you," he said, flicking his hands at me. "That's the smell of bullshit.

Wanna bet?" I sighed. "Sorry. Broke.

Commitment to me meant doing what I said I was going to do.

It was a fine line to walk. My cybersecurity analysts—colloquially known as hackers—worked their not-technically-legal magic to find threads to pull. Once we knew where to look, the rest of the team worked to confirm and pass along that information in ways that wouldn’t get the case bounced out of court.

You think I like this? You think I like being the asshole who can’t have you so I don’t want anyone else to either?

To have the man still here but to lose everything that made him Dad? It’s a devastation I didn’t know could exist.

The hollows in those cheeks weren’t as noticeable either. Ally still packed her lunches