“Allie.” Dean leans forward and fixes me with an eerily somber stare. “This show is fucking stupid.”
“I know,” I say sheepishly. “But it’s addictive. Trust me, one episode of this crap and you’ll be hooked.”
“Sorry, baby doll, but I can pretty much guarantee that’s not gonna happen.”
*
Dean
It happened.
God help me. I’m into this show.
I came over tonight with the single-minded purpose of working the charm and convincing Allie to get naked with me again. Instead, I’m sipping on a margarita, I’ve just watched two hours’ worth of a French soap opera, and now I’m texting Logan to let him know I won’t make it to Malone’s. Because…God help me…I want to know what happens next.”
― The Score
“I know,” I say sheepishly. “But it’s addictive. Trust me, one episode of this crap and you’ll be hooked.”
“Sorry, baby doll, but I can pretty much guarantee that’s not gonna happen.”
*
Dean
It happened.
God help me. I’m into this show.
I came over tonight with the single-minded purpose of working the charm and convincing Allie to get naked with me again. Instead, I’m sipping on a margarita, I’ve just watched two hours’ worth of a French soap opera, and now I’m texting Logan to let him know I won’t make it to Malone’s. Because…God help me…I want to know what happens next.”
― The Score
“Dean Di Laurentis is in my blood now. I didn’t expect the intense sexual chemistry between us, but it’s here, and it’s addictive, and I don’t know how I can ever give it up.”
― The Score
― The Score
“There's just one move a man needs to know in order to rock it on the dance floor."
"Yeah? What's the move?"
"STAG"
"What's stag?"
"The only one of Logan's crazy acronyms I live my life by-STAG. Stand there and grind.”
― The Score
"Yeah? What's the move?"
"STAG"
"What's stag?"
"The only one of Logan's crazy acronyms I live my life by-STAG. Stand there and grind.”
― The Score
“Get over yourself,” I mutter. “I'd be wet if any guy was rubbing up against me.”
“Bull. Fucking. Shit.” His thumb brushes my clit. I almost fall over.
“It's me. You want me.”
― The Score
“Bull. Fucking. Shit.” His thumb brushes my clit. I almost fall over.
“It's me. You want me.”
― The Score
“All my senses are filled with her—her sounds, her smell, her touch. Her.”
― The Score
― The Score
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