The Tenant Freida Mcfadden Quotes

Is it such an awful thing to want retribution against people who have wronged you?

They say you’re supposed to dress for the job you want.

I have been unemployed for sixty-two days. Not that I’m counting.

If she had sex with a guy, she’d probably have to devour him after the mating ritual was over.

I bet you five bucks Krista never saw that coming.

So you see, when I stabbed Krista that night, I wasn’t saving Blake’s life. I was saving my own. I bet you five bucks Krista never saw that coming.

Anyway, it’s all on my credit card, and that bill isn’t coming for two more weeks. That’s a problem for Future Blake.

I imagine what would happen if I went downstairs to the kitchen and boiled some water, then brought it up here and threw it in his face. That would change his life forever. The burns he would sustain would be permanent—his face would be scarred for the rest of his life. He might lose his vision. He’d never cheat on me again, that’s for sure.

If you see me eat more than four of them, feel free to stage an intervention.

I know—we’re so cute, you want to vomit.

When she complained I wasn’t hugging her tightly enough, we came up with a ten-point scale to determine how tight of a hug we needed given how shitty we were feeling at that exact moment. I know—we’re so cute, you want to vomit.

He bought this place ages ago, when real estate in the city was still relatively cheap, and he expects everything to be done the way it was when he first moved in, back when dinosaurs roamed the earth.

Man, there’s nothing like good home-baked cookies.

Thump

He’s going to stab you with a kitchen knife.” Quillizabeth points a shaky finger at the rug beneath our feet. “It’s going to happen right here. I saw a vision of him crouching over your body, watching you bleed to death.

Krista answers the door this time while I brace myself for whoever is on the other side.Who knows what this prospective tenant will be? A convicted murderer in chains? A cannibal? A fire-breathing dragon? At this point, nothing would surprise me. But the woman standing in the doorway looks... normal.

I discovered he was dating a skinny girl with white-blond hair who smoked like a chimney—such a disgusting habit.

As good as it felt getting a little bit of revenge, I have a feeling that I have just made a fatal error.

I don’t need a drink!” I snap at him. “I need a car.

Anyway, if she didn’t want her hair to catch fire, she shouldn’t have worn so much hair spray.

When I want something, I never let anything get in my way.

I turn the faucet in the shower to ice cold and step into the stream. I’ve heard ice-cold showers are for psychopaths, but I’m addicted—I’ve been doing it since college. It’s an extra rush of adrenaline after I’ve come down from the high of my workout.

I’ve never done anything to make you distrust me,” I point out. And that’s true. Well, as far as she knows.

Parking is hard to come by on our street (or anywhere in Manhattan), which is why I don’t own a car.

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usually only have one drink per night, and only a couple of times a week.

And she’s just my type too.

I’m a good guy.” I reach for her hand, and I can’t help notice that, like Quillizabeth, she is shaking. “You know I am. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you or anyone. You know that.

In fact, I sort of like her.

Except… Why does this voice in the back of my head keep telling me to get rid of her right now, while I still can?

That’s ridiculous. I love Krista. I would never do anything to hurt her.

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He’s going to kill you,” the older woman blurts out. “Blake is going to kill you, Krista. You have to get away from here.

They shake hands, but a split second after their palms make contact, Quillizabeth yanks her hand away as if she’s been scalded. She stumbles back, her hands trembling.

As I turn away from the window and follow Stacie out of the office, it doesn’t even occur to me that in the next five minutes, my whole life will come crashing down.

What kind of chump tries to jump out the window when he’s got an office like this? What an idiot. He couldn’t handle the pressure. I can.

When I want something, I never let anything get in my way.” I bob my head. “Same.

Yeah, I was just looking through my kitchen, and I found these fingers. How about that?

In fact, I think there’s a chance Whitney killed Mr. Zimmerly. I think something terrible may have happened in our living room.

Uh-oh.” Malcolm elbows me in the ribs. “Sounds like trouble, right right right?

Are you a Scorpio?

won’t

Another woman?” Zimmerly grumbles. “My God, how many do you need,

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And also, his throat has been split by a bloody gash.

after all, I will be single again very soon.

My boss’s secretary, Stacie, is standing at the open door to my office, her fist poised to rap on the doorframe to get my attention. And she’s got my attention. In that skirt—yes, holy crap, she has my attention.

You’re more important.” My voice is firm—it’s the voice people don’t say no to.

I've never done anything to make you distrust me... And that true.. Well, as far as she knows.

She reaches over to give me a level seven hug, which is tight enough to give me another modicum of hope. I hold her long enough that Becky gives me a look of disapproval. But Becky can go to hell. One way or another, I am getting Krista back.

I don’t look like a temp. I look like a vice president.