She was an idiot. An adorable, gorgeous, feisty, funny, sweet, sexy idiot.
Just leave me alone, I want to be alone,” she said when Jack tried to open the car door. She hit the lock, and wound the window up. Since the roof was down, it was a fairly pointless exercise.
Don’t freak out, I’m getting into the bed,” he said.
Later she would think about how he’d snuck up on her so silently. The man was on crutches – what was he, a ninja or something?
One of the best lovers in Hollywood. What would a title like that encompass exactly? she wondered. Technique? Enthusiasm? Or was it more about equipment?