Gloves Off Stephanie Archer Quotes

So unprofessional. Doctors are supposed to wear ugly Crocs, not sexy little fuck-me heels.

She loves it. I knew she’d fucking love it. This husband thing? I was born to do it.

breathe. “Don’t worry, Volkov,” I tell

what

I spent most of this afternoon packing while my two pet bunnies, Stefan and Damon, became increasingly nervous.

Fuck you,” I whisper, still smiling. “Fuck you, too, sweetheart.

Volkov looks at his wife the way I look at a double quarter pounder with cheese.

But your shoes.

Purple orchids—Respect and admiration.

It’s not my Georgia smile. It’s my I’m about to fuck you up smile.

Everyone ready?” I look to the guys, on their feet, holding their bags. “Let’s go home.

I’ll beg for you, Hellfire, I don’t care anymore. You own me.

Bella, where have you been, loca?” A man in his late forties approaches with a big smile—and vampire teeth. He wears a gray wool coat, button-up shirt, and jeans, but has pale makeup and silver glitter all over his skin.

Shane.” A woman wearing a long brown wig with red contact lenses approaches. Also late forties. Also wearing the vampire teeth. “The line is, ‘This is the skin of a killer, Bella.