Цитаты из книг — Лилиан Т. Джеймс

Помнишь тот раз, когда ты пришла в школу пьяной, и в итоге тебя вырвало на учителя, а потом ты разбила нос об унитаз, когда потеряла сознание из-за этого?

No, thanks. Reverse harems were sexy in books, but the female anatomy could only take so much. I swore my vagina clamped shut just thinking about more than one dude climbing on top of me in a twenty-four-hour period.

Garrett’s smile was like the fucking sun, sucking me into its gravitational pull against my will. I was pretty sure my panties disintegrated on the spot. The man had fucking dimples.

Single parents were expected to work full time yet stay home with our kids, be educated yet not abuse federal assistance, and somehow afford rent, bills, food, clothes, and gas by ourselves.

I’d never been a car girl, I couldn’t tell one car from another, but seeing him leaning over the front made me want to invest in a photo calendar…or a wrench and pliers.

When I’d texted Layla to tell her I had a feeling it’d be a late night, she’d offered to pick Jamie up this morning so I could get an extra hour of sleep. God bless that woman, I’d needed it. I owed her an actual, real bottle of wine…and maybe a male stripper. She was the kind of partner every parent needed.

My mother taught me, if you ever feel like shit, make sure to at least dress cute as shit because it’s a whole lot easier to feel awful if you also look it.

Grocery shopping was the devil’s favorite activity. It was like my own personal hell cloaked in elevator music and cereal boxes. If somebody told me they enjoyed it, I would instantly assume, with no hesitation, they were secretly a serial killer.

There was a whole lot more to this man than I’d have ever guessed after our first few interactions. I’d gotten a glimpse of the cinnamon roll hiding underneath his sexy, stoic coating, and I liked it.

Finally experiencing a touch of contentment, I watched his fingers roll the cigarette back and forth. “You know, not to be a mom or anything, but you really shouldn’t smoke.”He huffed, curling his fist around it. “I haven’t lit one in almost two weeks.”That would explain the unlit one the other night, I supposed. “Does…

“I think you sank my last ship, but honestly I can’t make out the rows anymore so I’m not sure.”“That’s just another way of saying you suck at this game.”I arched an eyebrow, peering at Jamie over the top of the game. “Respect your mother, I suck at nothing.”He giggled.“Trust me, bud, if there’s anything your mom isn’t,…

“Child of mine, shouldn’t you be getting ready for bed by now?”“I was going to go outside and ask you if we could play one more game, but Layla told me not to bother you. She said you were having a mental crisis and would come back in when you were done asking the sky for the answers to life.”I slid my eyes to the woman…

“You know, your ears turn red when you’re embarrassed.”I fidgeted, still not looking at him. “They turn red when I feel anything other than apathy. I know. I’ve lived with them for twenty-five years.”“It’s pretty fucking cute.”

Not once did he break eye contact with me as we each tipped our heads back. The roll of his throat as he swallowed was possibly one of the most erotic things I’d ever witnessed, and I was suddenly too hot in my own skin. If he’d been able to touch me, just one touch, I might have shattered right there at the table.And by…

“I have never been so wrong about a person as I was about you,” he said.I looked up, smiling, “I don’t know. If a rich, old guy offered to buy me a house in exchange for a few titty shots a month, I might say yes.”I’d meant it as a joke, but his eyes darkened, dropping to the high collar of my blouse before coming back…

I unlocked my screen, and promptly burst out laughing, startling the dogs who’d come to greet me. Jamie poked his head out of his room, but I continued smiling down at my phone, wider than I had in a long time. I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, I was in so much trouble.He’d put himself in my phone as Sugar Daddy.

Seeing him felt like a sun was settling inside me. The man had no idea I would be here, yet he’d shown up. For Jamie.

“I come bearing gifts.”His eyes dipped down once again, and the corner of his lips quirked up. For a moment, I swore he was about to make a dirty joke about what my gifts were, but he refrained.

“I’m sorry, Maddie.”I twisted toward him so fast, I was surprised I didn’t get whiplash. No one called me Maddie. I’d demanded my family switch to Mads back in middle school because I’d thought Maddie sounded like a kid’s name. So why did it sound like fucking sex on a stick coming from Garrett’s mouth?