Jo

“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

“That’s the thing about Rosie—I can be a total prick and she just gives it right back. “Did I offend you?” Her brow arches. “You’ve been offending me for years. If you were too nice to me, I’d worry one of us was terminal or something.” That makes my lips twitch. “Plus, I’d never fuck you. I hate you too much.” Ah. There it is. It shouldn’t make me smile. But it does. She knows exactly how to get under my skin, bring out the worst in me. I slide the page back across the desk toward her. “I like this one. It shows how truly unhinged you were.” “I still am. Better watch your back, Mr. Ford Grant Junior.” Oh yeah. I’ve pissed her off all right. But the thing about knowing how to piss each other off is that we also know how to confuse each other. That’s what last night by the fire was. Mutual confusion. And I must want more of it because I flip open my laptop and toss out, “That journal entry is fascinating, but all wrong. I was at home when you called that night. And I broke every speed limit to get to you.”
― Elsie Silver, Wild Love

“Slowly, his hand comes up to grip my ponytail—just like he did the other night. But tonight, with one slow tug, he guides my head back so I’m forced to look at him. “Next time you ask me that, make sure you are.”
― Elsie Silver, Wild Love

“His stubble prickles at my scalp as he presses a kiss to my hair and nuzzles his cheek on the top of my head. “Just rest for a minute then, Rosie. I got you.”
― Elsie Silver, Wild Love