Cleo Peitsche > Quotes

“An attractive man of the dark, messy hair variety came around a corner and stopped short. He stared intently at her, his dark blue eyes mesmerizing. “Can I help you?” He slid behind the desk and”
― Cleo Peitsche, Office Toy

“colorblind lumberjack.” The sad part was that her mother had a good point; she needed to dress more like a businesswoman and less like an artist. But apparently she’d gotten it”
― Cleo Peitsche, Office Toy

“My gramps is a lot like you. No sense of adventure. All he does is sit in his urn...”
― Cleo Peitsche

“looked around, trying to imagine what it’d be like to work there. The furniture was trendy but functional, and plants gave the area a personal touch. The walls were painted a warm off-white, and they were decorated with framed ads that Elle recognized immediately. Geometric-patterned rugs covered much of the floor. Taken individually, none of it was really her”
― Cleo Peitsche, Office Toy

“businesswoman and less like an artist. But apparently she’d gotten it wrong. Elle squared her shoulders and focused on what she had going for her. The work in her portfolio”
― Cleo Peitsche, Office Toy

“You don’t think I’m a horrible person, do you?” I ask. Of course he doesn’t. It’s his job to love me and to shed hair everywhere.”
― Cleo Peitsche, Dangerously Big

“sister’s loan. It’s not a detailed plan, and technically I have no idea what I’m getting into. However, it’s the only option. Finally I reach the edge of pack territory. You can’t miss it because there’s a huge sign, white paint on a slab of plywood. PRIVATE PROPERTY. And a drawing of a howling wolf.  Then a few meters in, another one with a spotlight shining on it. PRIVATE. NO TRESPASSING. I stop in front of that one. If I’m there to talk to the alpha, then I’m not trespassing, right?  Gathering my courage, I set off again, the bike squeaking with every inch of travel.  I hear a rustling”
― Cleo Peitsche, Luring the Pack

“right,” Romeo says. He leans”
― Cleo Peitsche, Executive Toy