Jo

“I bend down and reach out to wrap my fingers around her high, bouncy ponytail. I give it two firm tugs, watching the way the light hits the column of her throat. She growls with annoyance, but it doesn’t scare me. “Goodnight, Rosie Posie.” “Fuck you, Junior. I hate you.” The old insult flies so easily from her lips, but it does nothing to wipe the smile from my face. “I thought I told you to get off my dock.” I relax my hand, and the silky strands of her hair slip through my fingers. I hear the soft whoosh of her breath as I let go. And then I turn and walk away. This may not be her dock, but if she wants it, she can have it.”
― Elsie Silver, Wild Love

“when I gave him my résumé, he scrutinized it thoroughly. Brows drawn low, red pen in hand as he tapped it against his lips. I watched him from my desk. Okay, I glared at him from my desk. Then he literally wrote “HIRED” on the top, walked over to me, and dropped it on my desk with an obnoxious smirk.”
― Elsie Silver, Wild Love

“Remember the part where you just told me I couldn’t say no?” I nod. “Still expected you to be a dick and do it anyway.” His lips tip up and he shakes his head as he turns and moves away from me. “Rosalie, when have I ever said no to you?” And I just stand here, stunned. I need a ride home from this party. I want to be alone. I need a job. Because try as I might, no matter how big of a dick he’s been, I can’t come up with a single instance of Ford ever telling me anything other than okay.”
― Elsie Silver, Wild Love

“trying to convince myself I’m going to love this job eventually. I have too many student loans to let myself think otherwise. This is the best job ever!”
― Elsie Silver, Wild Love