The Stopover Tl Swan Quotes

When you see him, I want you to do something for me. Ask him if he feels like he might die if he doesn’t get to touch you again... Because there’s another man who does.

This is it. I can stop searching. I’ve found her.

You must have done something stupid in your life, Jameson Miles. Yeah. I have. What? I never asked for your number.

When someone shows themselves to you . . . believe them.

To love is to be brave.

When you see him, I want you to do something for me. " "What's that?" "Ask him if he feels like he might die if he doesn't get to touch you again." I frown. "Why would I ask him that?" I whisper. "Because there's another man who does." The phone clicks as he hangs up.

I will not beg for any man to love me.

Welcome to the Miles-High Club, Emily.

Who’s hopelessly in love with you.” He leans over and kisses me softly, and I feel my resistance fade. “I love you, cheesecake,” he whispers. “Don’t call me fucking cheesecake.” He chuckles against my lips. “Too far?” “Way too far.

There are moments in your life that you know you will remember forever. Certain situations that are poignant and have shaped who you are.

I work hard . . . but I love harder.

Don’t even fucking look at her ass, or I will sit you on yours

Why don’t you want to look at me? Because I just find your face really...punchable.

These bugs are from Jurassic Park.” He swings his arms around to get them off him. “No bugs are this big.” I go back to my instructions. Okay, so it says here that this pole goes into this . . . “Ahh,” he cries as he slaps his arm. “I’m getting fucking malaria over here, Emily.” I roll my eyes. “Stop being a baby.” I put the pole into the correct place. “Can you grab the corner and stretch it out, please?

Don’t misjudge my submission as a weakness.

So excuse me if the privilege of sucking your golden CEO dick doesn’t excite me any longer.

I’m gay, not blind. I can appreciate a fine female form.

Men who look that good can’t be blessed with brains too.

And do tell . . . how would you impress a woman you’re attracted to?” I ask, fascinated. His eyes hold mine. “Offer her a window seat.

Sometimes you just know in your gut that you shouldn’t be doing something. The outcome is already written in the stars, and sometimes you should just be stronger and say no. But what if you can’t?

Nobody treats me as bad as you do, Emily. Because you pay them. Good thing you’ve got lots of money, Jameson. You’re going to need it. Nobody would put up with your shit for free. That’s a low blow.

Emily.” He looks at me, and the flashlight strapped to his forehead shines in my eyes. “I smell like a toxic dumping ground of bug poison, and I have never felt so unsexy in my entire life. I wouldn’t be surprised if my dick has been poisoned off like a weed.

Will you say something?” I whisper. “Say something sweet to put me out of my misery.” His eyes come to mine as he cups my face. “I packed your scarf in my luggage.” I smile softly. “It’s nothing new. I’ve taken it on every trip I’ve been on . . . since we met.

But it was the way you kissed me that I remember the most.” My eyes search his. “How did I kiss you?” “Like you’d been waiting your whole life to kiss me.

Forgiveness is a choice.

I’m in love with a selfish fucking asshole, and I don’t know how to turn it off, and I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop and for you to walk away again.

to glance through my five thousand emails

I drag my eyes to his. “Why don’t you want to look at me?” I stare at him for a moment. “Because I just find your face really . . . punchable.

It’s Mile-High Club . . . not Miles,” I whisper. “No . . . it’s Miles.” He smirks as his eyes darken. “Trust me—it’s Miles.

He leans over and whispers, “You have Zuckerberg on speed dial now?” “Huh?” I frown. “FB . . . that stands for Facebook, right?

Really?” he whispers as the flight attendant walks past us. “Excuse me, can we have two more champagnes, please?” he asks her. “Of course, sir.” His eyes come back to meet mine. “Well, do tell. What was your first impression of me?” I pretend to look around for Jessica the flight attendant. “You may need something stronger to drink to hear this, Jim. You’re not going to like it.” He laughs out loud, and I find myself smiling broadly as I watch him. “What’s funny?” I ask. “You are.” “Why am I funny?” I frown. “This sense of righteousness that you have.” “Oh, like you don’t have that too . . . Mr. I’ll Have Two Champagnes.” Our drinks arrive, and he smiles as he passes mine to me. His eyes linger on my face as he takes a sip.

And then I came to your office, and you treated me like a two-bit whore that you ejaculated in the night before.” He clenches his jaw. “I’m nobody’s whore, Jameson, least of all yours. No job is worth my self-respect.

I don’t like social media, that’s all.” I shrug. “What’s not to like?” She keeps taking her own photo. I stare at her deadpan. “A misrepresentation of society with unrealistic images that portray a fake lifestyle with impossible ideals,

I can’t help it. I tried to stop it, and I couldn’t. I think I’ve loved you since our first night together in Boston. You stayed with me. I fought it, and still, I couldn’t forget you. I’ve been carrying your scarf around like a lovesick fool for more than a year.

Emily Foster, I would like to introduce you to Mr. Miles,” Lindsey says. I stare at him, unable to speak because there’s no air in my lungs. His eyebrow rises, and he sits back in his chair as he smirks. “Hello, Emily.” His big eyes hold mine, the same beautiful deep-blue eyes that hypnotized me twelve months ago

Being in love is like being on a deserted island, Jameson. You focus on them and them only, and you make everything else fit around that person.

When someone shows themselves to you . . . believe them.” My chest constricts

He shakes his head in disgust. “When I find my woman, I’ll move heaven and hell to keep her.

This isn’t directions to put up a tent—this is a map for an escape from Alcatraz.

I work hard . . . but I love harder.

I’m nobody’s whore, Jameson, least of all yours. No job is worth my self-respect. So excuse me if the privilege of sucking your golden CEO dick doesn’t excite me any longer.

You’re bossy, with a sarcastic snark.” “What’s the problem with that?” I stammer in outrage. “Well, I’m bossy and sarcastic.” He shrugs. “And?” “And I don’t want to date myself.

Welcome to the Miles-High Club . . . Dear God, I thought he meant sex-in-a-plane club . . . he meant women who had slept with him. Miles . . . he’s the Miles . . . and there’s a club?

Your things are already in the trunk.” “In Bessie?” I stammer. “Yes, in Bitchy. I borrowed her from Viagra Mike. Although I must tell you, I’ve ordered you a new Range Rover. Bessie is unbearable.

I put his thumb into my mouth and suck it in slow motion, our eyes locked. “As your dedicated fuck bunny, Mr. Miles, I take my job very seriously,” I whisper darkly. “Your wish is my command, sir.

Oh my God, was that cheesecake last week sent from Jameson?” I smile broadly. Aaron puts his head down and pretends to hit it on the desk. “He even sends cheesecakes. The man is a for real fucking god.

That you’re a coward.” He clenches his jaw. “That you’re too scared to love me.” Our eyes are locked, and an undercurrent of anger runs between us. “And I deserve someone who knows that I’m worth the risk.

He picks up my hand and kisses the back of it. “My name is Gabriel Ferrara.” “Oh.” “And I like to take over all things owned by Jameson Miles.” My eyes widen. His dark eyes drop to my lips. “Women included.

Tell me how to make this right? Tell me what to do, and I’ll do it.” I turn to him. “Move on . . . I have.” His face falls. “Okay . . . I deserved that.” “I didn’t.” I push through tears as I brush past him and keep walking.

I would like to dedicate this book to the alphabet, for those twenty-six letters have changed my life. Within those twenty-six letters I found myself, and now I live my dream. Next time you say the alphabet, remember its power. I do every day.

I think we need to christen the lake,” I whisper up at him. “You’re a complete sex maniac.” I smile as I kiss him and pull his shorts down a little. “We’ve already established this. Now fuck me, Lake Boy, before your wiener gets eaten, and I don’t mean by me.

You must have done something stupid in your life, Jameson Miles.” He smiles softly over at me in the darkness. “Yeah. I have.” “What?” I smirk. He reaches over and cups my face in his hand, and his thumb dusts over my bottom lip. “I never asked for your number.

Don’t.” He cuts me off. “What?” I frown. “Don’t ruin this.” I’m at a loss by what he means. “How would I ruin this?” “Don’t fall in love with me, Emily.” What the hell? I stare at him. “Why not?” “Because we’re not like that. Get that through your head. Right now.

I roll my eyes in disgust. “The Miles brothers are overrated, if you ask me.” They’re not, though. I’m lying through my teeth. All with dark hair, tall, and built . . . square jaws in their designer playboy suits. Everything about the four of them screams power and gorgeousness. Assholes.

Your relaxation exercise is to be chased by an ax murderer.” He laughs. “And you go out seven nights a week. No wonder you’re stressed out, you crazy bastard.” He pulls me to him by my T-shirt and kisses me on the lips. “Lucky I have you to fuck me calm, then, isn’t it?” “Damn straight,” I pant.

I’m busy,” I say as I keep walking. “Oh, that’s right; we are going to your parents this weekend.” “You’re not coming, Jameson.” “Your mother said I could when I spoke to her earlier.” I spin on the spot toward him. “You called my mother?” “No, but I will if you don’t have dinner with me.” He smiles hopefully.

Ms. Foster has written her story.” He gestures to the folder. “Good.” Tristan smiles, and he picks it up and begins to read. “A seismic weather event won’t do,” Jameson barks. Tristan twists his lips as he reads on. “It’s very good, though,” he comments. Hmm, I’m totally crushing on the wrong brother . . . my one is an asshole.

How one man can be so ruthless in business and so giving to those he loves, I will never understand . . . but, the fact that your father is your carbon copy, I know it’s possible.” She cups my face in her hand. “The man I love and the man that the world knows are two very different men . . . and that’s just how I like it. I like that I’m the only one who gets his softness.

But he’s just an asshole . . . and I’m just another groupie. It’s not going to happen.

I stare at him through tears. I feel . . . used. “I thought we had something.” “So did I.” His cold eyes hold mine.

When it was good, it was great.

I hate that it bothers me. I hate that I can feel myself getting attached to him when he clearly isn’t feeling the same.

He’s done. I wish I were. I’ll get there—I always do.

I just want to blurt out that maybe I really do love him for real now. But I won’t, because then I will ruin it. Whatever this is.

Mushroom sauce . . . my new love potion. Abracadabra. Jameson Miles just blew my fucking mind.

I know he’s got a lot going on, but he knows this is hurting me, and he doesn’t seem to care.

Breakups are hard. Staying with an asshole is harder.

Don’t fight with me,” he breathes, then leans down and licks my lips. “Don’t be an asshole,” I whisper.

What’s the rush?” I frown. “Can’t we ease into it?” He leans in and kisses me softly; his big blue eyes hold mine. “I don’t do things in halves, Emily.” “Meaning?” I whisper. “Meaning that my woman is my world.” I stare at him as the air leaves my lungs. “I work hard . . . but I love harder.

Do you want the window seat?” he asks. I stare at him as my brain misfires. He gestures to the seat beside the window. “You don’t mind?” I frown. “Not at all.” He smiles. “I fly all the time. You can have it.” I force a smile. “Thanks.” That was code for “I know you got upgraded, you poor homeless person, and I feel sorry for you.

I don’t like social media, that’s all.” I shrug. “What’s not to like?” She keeps taking her own photo. I stare at her deadpan. “A misrepresentation of society with unrealistic images that portray a fake lifestyle with impossible ideals,” I reply as I sip my wine. Don’t piss me off, bitch.

Both men didn’t care enough to go the extra mile for me. Maybe my expectations are too high from my book boyfriends in my romance novels—maybe Jameson was right on that one. But damn it, I want the fucking fairy tale for once.

He’s very abrasive and not good with people, but his mind is beyond incredible.” Like his dick.

All this time I thought you were an asshole, when really you were just stressed out?” He chuckles. “And what’s your excuse for being a bitch?” I sip my wine. “Nothing. I really am just a bitch.

I finally believe you, Jameson.” “Believe what?” “That you’re a coward.” He clenches his jaw. “That you’re too scared to love me.” Our eyes are locked, and an undercurrent of anger runs between us. “And I deserve someone who knows that I’m worth the risk.” He clenches his jaw as he watches me. “You’re just not brave enough to love me.” “That’s not fair,” he whispers. “No.” I shake my head softly. “Falling in love with you is what isn’t fair. I never stood a chance . . . you knew that all along. You keep your heart in a tightly sealed Miles-High icebox, only to be looked at.

I tap on The Proposal. I’ll swap one fantasy for another. I’ve always dreamed of having Ryan Reynolds as my personal assistant. The movie begins, and I smile at the screen. I love this movie. No matter how many times I watch it, I always laugh. Gammy is my favorite.

Why would you want me addicted?” “Because I am, and I don’t want to be in this alone.

History will be kind to me, for I intend to write it,” I say. “Quoting Winston Churchill now, Mr. Miles?” she breathes.

This fifteen-year-old little girl is built like a fucking Penthouse Pet.” We chuckle.

A misrepresentation of society with unrealistic images that portray a fake lifestyle with impossible ideals,

Perhaps the guy at the desk thought you were gorgeous and upgraded you to try to impress you.

takes my face in her hands. “We were always going to find each other,” she whispers. “Soul mates do that.

This is it. I can stop searching. I’ve found her.

She makes anywhere home.

Gray suit, white shirt, paisley tie. He really is the epitome of suit porn.

I get a vision of him wrapping my ponytail around his hand, and I nearly combust. This man is a god.

I sit up. My stomach flips, and I hold my breath as I watch the door open. In slow motion he walks out; he’s like a rock star, and everyone turns to watch him. Mr. Orgasmic.

I imagine Jameson Miles would have that with every woman he’s with. He’s that kind of guy with that kind of a dick.

She needs a good deep dicking,” Aaron mutters. “She’s in full bitch mode.” I giggle as I watch her walk into the building. “You could be right.

I’ve never had a man terrify me the way that Jameson Miles does. He’s everything I never knew I needed.

What’s that?” “Ask him if he feels like he might die if he doesn’t get to touch you again.” I frown. “Why would I ask him that?” I whisper. “Because there’s another man who does.” The phone clicks as he hangs up.

That’s about the time she turned into the Hulk.

Jameson Miles is etched into my heart, and as petrified as I am of him hurting me again, his words keep coming back to me. “To love is to be brave.

Jameson Miles is the most sexual being I have ever known. Everything about him screams “fuck me.

I’ll wash my hair and curl it in the morning. I look at my reflection and hold my hair up in a high ponytail. Yes . . . high ponytail. He likes high ponytails. Stop it.

His eyes hold mine. “How are you?” “Good, thanks.” I drop my eyes to the desk. I’m not looking at those beautiful blue eyes. He’s like the snake from The Jungle Book—one look in those hypnotic suckers, and your panties drop to the floor.

Most women fall at my feet; she seems determined to push me away. Hmm. That’s something to think about. If the truth be known, I should stay away from her. She works for me, she’s a firecracker, and who knows what she will do if we fight again. I smirk. I already know that we will fight again—the writing is on the wall. She has a way of pissing me off like no other.

I look at him flatly. “And you report to me, fucker. Go near her, and you will fucking die.

Jameson Miles is my new drug. And I am his crack whore.

Oh, his touch makes me weak. I just want to blurt out that I’m lying and that I’ve had a shit week and he’s the king of Twatsville.