“Dylan mumbled, “Yeah. Sure. Okay, I guess.” “And don’t sleep with Bunny again. Don’t even so much as look at her in a way that might make her panties slippery. Understand?” Dylan stopped abruptly in the hallway. “Why? Give me… — Ana B. Good Copy Share
“Bunny plucked the lit cigarette from Dylan’s lips and slipped it between her own. “Always offer a lady a cigarette after sex. It’s polite.”… — Ana B. Good Copy Share Image
“Dylan mumbled, “Yeah. Sure. Okay, I guess.” “And don’t sleep with Bunny again. Don’t even so much as look at her in a way that might make her panties slippery. Understand?” Dylan stopped abruptly in the hallway. “Why? Give me one good reason.” “Because you want to be loved, and every time you’re not loved you feel worse about yourself.… — Ana B. Good Copy Share
“A tall woman with ass-length, honey-blonde hair had entered the lobby and was barking orders at an entourage of men who toted her Gucci leather luggage. Her dog, a white Westie, was barking, adding to the commotion. “Justin!” the woman chastised the man who held the door open for her. “Icky snow on my feet. My Manolo Blahniks. Oh my… — Ana B. Good Copy Share
“In truth, most addicts find relief the moment they stop hiding. The moment they publicly admit they have a problem. For most high-functioning addicts,… — Ana B. Good Copy Share Image
“The last few days of treatment, Babe kept barking at everyone that no one was ever cured of an addiction. One day at a… — Ana B. Good Copy Share Image
“Dylan looked promising. Tomboy. Tall and deliciously rangy. Her raven hair was unevenly sliced, streaked auburn in a patch or two. A thatch of… — Ana B. Good Copy Share Image
