Jana Aston Quotes

Sawyer just continues to stand there and look at me, his eyes doing that thing again, that thing that makes me think he's picturing me naked.

It's not stalking when we are meant to be together. I can't help it that I imprinted on him when I was six.

Babe, can you bring me a cup of tea?"
"Violet, just pee on the stick. It's quite literally the only direction on the box. I don't understand why you keep reading it over and over again, love.

straight for the elevators, intent on my

Everly sighs and crosses her arms across her chest. "No, I didn't catch anything at the wedding except Finn's house key."

"Professor Camden gave you his house key? I though you said he was going to require additional convincing before, and I quote, he accepted what was best for him?"

She waves a dismissive hand. "No, I made myself a copy."

"Everly, no." I am shaking my head at her in disbelief. "No, you did not. How? Does he know?"

"Sophie, it's like you don't even know me. I borrowed his car." She stops at the look on my face. "Fine, I stole his car and ran over to Home Depot and made copies while he was busy with his best man duties.

I'm impressed at your tenacity. You set a goal and you achieved it."

"My goal is Finn," I remind him.

"Everly, we've already established that you haven't been holding out exclusively for Professor Camden," he says, his lip twitching. "Which tells me that while you envision him as the perfect man, you've kept your options open. It tells me that while you might have a vivid fantasy of the perfect happily ever after, you're open" - he checks my response - " reluctantly, to being swept off your feet by someone other than Finn."

Well. I don't know how to respond to that, so what comes out of my mouth is, "Maybe I'm just a nymphomaniac."
This car ride just went from bad to worse.

"If you were a nymphomaniac you'd have given me a blowjob fifty miles ago."

"True," I agree. Damn it! I just said that out loud. I bite my lip and side-eye him. He's wearing a very satisfied smile.

So it's okay for you to stalk Finn, but it's not okay for me to stalk you? You're priceless, Everly. I think I'm really going to enjoy you."

"Enjoy me? You don't have me."

"I will.

Somehow human resources only assigns me gay men or women old enough to have birthed me. I suspect that's on direct orders from Sawyer. Dick.

Oh my God. My fantasy crush is a gynecologist. My gynecologist.

Jana Aston is an emerging author of political romance. This is Jana's third book.

He's probably into crazy shit like having sex with the lights on.

You're an idiot," Preston says.

"Excuse me?"

"You're an idiot, sir?" he tries again.

"Just tell me how much she likes Dave, Preston. I don't have time for this girly bullshit." Jesus fuck, am I going to have to resort to getting girl advice from my gay assistant? What the hell has my life come to? Sandra has turned everything upside down.

"She doesn't like Dave. She likes you. She's had a crush on you forever and I'm totally breaking girl code telling you any of this."

"Then why the hell is she spending the weekend with Dave?" I ask, ignoring his girl code.

"But you know Sandy's a nice girl. She doesn't know what to make of a guy who fucks her in his office but never asks her to dinner," Preston continues. Apparently girl code is over. "Women are complex creatures, Gabe. They think it means something when a man takes his sweet-ass time asking her on a date. They think it means you're just interested in the sex." He narrows his eyes at me. "Obviously that's not the case here, as based on the way you look at that girl it's clear you're already half in love with her."

I really am getting girl advice from my gay assistant

"Since you know everything, care to tell me where she went with Dave?"

"Marissa's wedding."

"Who the hell is Marissa?"

"Hello? She works here? In sales?"

I shrug. Still no idea who he's talking about.

"You kno

We should break up," she says. "I'm a disaster. I'll fuck everything up. I always fuck it up." Her voice is distressed and she looks like she's on her way to hyperventilating. "And you'll leave. Everyone leaves. And I don't know what I'm doing."

"You can't break up with me. We're not dating," I reply calmly and cross over to her, taking her hand so she'll stop twisting the hell out of her hair.

"Oh." She exhales in an audible puff as she tilts her head back to look at me. She swallows. "I can't?"

"Nope."

"Then what are we doing? Why are you so nice to me? You're always so freaking nice to me, Boyd. And attentive. And good in bed. And - "

"We're just Chloe-and-Boyding." I cut her off before she gets any more worked up.

"Chloe-and-Boyding?"

"Yes," I say then brush my lips along the shell of her ear. "Trust me, Chloe." I give her a gentle push back, because I'm not above distracting her with sex. Not one bit. I lie on the bed beside her and pull her to me. "And you can't go when there are so many fucks I haven't given you yet, Chloe. I'd like to give you all the fucks."

"All the fucks?" The tension eases from her body and her eyes flare, but in excitement instead of panic.

"All of them. The bossy fuck." I slip my hand under the hem of her shirt and lift it up and over her head. "The rough fuck." She lifts her hips as I grip the waistband of her leggings and tug. "The showe

We were laughing and then we were kissing and then my slutty leg went rogue and now we're having pizza.

before explaining that I will need to remove all my clothing including underwear. I'm not sure who attempts a gynecologist appointment with their underwear on, but I don't say anything.

Did you have somewhere else you needed to be?" I ask, deflecting the question.

"Yes," she says. But it's lacking truth and comes out a little sullenly.

"Where? Is there a murder marathon on TV this afternoon, safety girl?"

"No!" she says. But she says it too quickly and fidgets in her seat.

"Holy shit, there is, isn't there? You're so weird." She's amazing.

"It's a Criminal Minds marathon, jerk," she retorts and this conversation starts to make sense. I'm competing with a fucking television show.

"So you wanted to get home to watch reruns, is what you're telling me?"

"Fine," she huffs. "I guess I can watch reruns another time."

"Thanks," I say drily. "That's big of you."

"You're welcome," she replies and I'm honestly not sure if she's being snarky or serious

I'll call you Commando," he replies. "Since we're doing nicknames based on first meetings."

It takes me a second to process what he's saying. "I'm wearing underwear!"

He nods. "Good. Tell me about them."

"No! You're really aggressive, you know that?"

"Coming from you I'll take that as a compliment.

I'm sweaty and sore and I can feel his come leaking out of my ass and onto the pillow he propped under me. I really hope Mrs. Gieger is well compensated.

Sometimes the right guy is the one you never see coming.

Lukesagynecologist."

"What?" Everly tilts her head like I'm talking crazy.

"Luke is a gynecologist. At the student health clinic."

"Shut the fuck up." I think I've managed to shock Everly. "I did not see this coming." She looks at me. "So?"

"So?" I ask.

"So you rescheduled the appointment with another doctor?"

"No. I kept the appointment."

"You kinky bitch, you did not! Stop it."

"I did. I was already sitting on the exam table wearing a paper gown when he walked in. What was I supposed to do?"

"Was it good for you?" She grins at me suggestively.

"Everly!"

"Bitch, I know you enjoyed it. At least a little."

"You think there's something wrong with me, don't you?"

"Sophie, no. That guy has no business being a gynecologist. It's not fair to women."

"I think he's technically an obstetrician."

"Same difference."

"The nurse said he runs a department at the hospital."

"Well done, Sophie. When you crush, you crush classy."

"Ugh." I cringe. "That reminds me. Do you keep your socks on during a gynecologist exam?"

"Off. So, did you get your prescription?"

"Yeah." I nod. "And a bag full of condoms." I pat my backpack.

"Aww. Dr. Luke cares about your safety."

"You understand I am never waiting on him again, right?"

"Oh, yeah. I figured that o

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That reminds me, does Professor Camden know that you copied his house key yet?"

"Yeah, he already took the first copy back," Everly replies and continues making her drink.

I have to set my latte down at that point. I should know better than to have a conversation with Everly while drinking hot liquids. "The first copy, Everly?"

"Yeah. And he didn't even ask me for the second copy." She takes a sip of her drink. "I'm kind of pissed off about it, to be honest. It's like he doesn't even know me, right?"

I nod slowly. "Right."

"Obviously I would make three copies. Anyone should know that."

I lean against the back counter and nod. "Obviously." Honestly, I have no idea how many copies one would make when stealing someone's house key, but it's best to just go along when Everly is on a roll.

"I expect him to change his locks once I use the second key so the third key is likely useless, but he should know me well enough to ask for the second key." She sighs, looking truly despondent.

I'd never been turned down before. In my experience guys have enjoyed being pursued. Appreciated it, even. Maybe it would be nice to let the guy make the first move, but there's a lot of competition for the good ones. If you don't get aggressive and make things happen, some other girl snaps him up while you're sitting around waiting for an invitation. It's exhausting. And sure, it would be nice to be wooed, but it's not realistic. Especially in college. These boys are lazy.

Good luck! I'll keep my cell phone on in case you need me to bail you out of jail later."

"You're a good friend, Chloe," I tell her, freeing my ponytail from under my coat.

"Not really." She shakes her head, smiling. "I'm secretly just happy I'm finally getting a crack at the Pringles," she says, shaking the can. "You don't share when you're sulking.

Yeah. All that is called dating." She waves a finger in the air. "You're dating Boyd."

I think I'm going to throw up.

"You might even be engaged," Everly continues. "For all you know... Hey, are you pregnant by any chance? Remember how Sophie didn't know she was pregnant? That might be a thing you can add to your collection of things you don't know are happening." Her eyes light up and she places a hand on her chest. "Can I be the godmother?"

"I'm not pregnant." But I do feel sick.

Women are complex creatures, Gabe. They think it means something when a man takes his sweet-ass time asking her on a date. They think it means you're just interested in the sex.

The table is silent again while we mull that over. Then Sophie reminds us that she dated a gay guy for two years.

"Dating sucks," I conclude.

"I got kicked out a guy's apartment once," Everly offers as her contribution to dating horror stories.

"You broke into his apartment, Everly. You stole his key and broke in. You're his dating horror story, not the other way around," I remind her while Sophie and Sandra laugh.

"Minor detail, Chloe.

He smells good. Why does he have to smell good? I'm so annoyed. He's got a hint of stubble across his jaw and I find myself wondering what that would feel like pressed against my neck. Stop thinking. I need to stop thinking. Or start thinking about something else. Like orphaned kangaroos.

You're not mad?"

His jaw clenches. "I'm furious."

"Oh."

"But we're okay, Sophie. As long as you're safe and I know where you are, we're okay."

I nod.

"I'd like to turn you over my knee and spank the shit out of you, and before you get excited, I don't mean that erotically."

"I'm sorry," I whisper.

"I know," he replies.

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Don't waste too much time chasing the wrong guy or you might miss the right one.

Everly Jensen is in a relationship with Sawyer Camden. Hold on. Hold. The fuck. On.

Wait.

Is he mad at me? Oh, heck, no.

Because I'm mad at him.

And really, is there anything more annoying than someone who's mad at you when you're the one who's supposed to be mad? No. No, there is not.

It feels like getting to an amusement park and finding out they're filled to capacity and you can't get in. It feels like someone just told me Santa isn't real before I was ready. It feels like it's raining inside my heart.

He nods, quiet for a moment. "I applied to Brown, Cornell and Harvard. I was accepted to all three. I ended up at Harvard because they had the best rowing program."

Damn. Of course he's a rower. I have a bit of a thing for rowers. Sophomore year I dated two of them. Not at the same time or anything. But still, it was a good year.

Everything. They look good with everything, I decide after a half hour of pinning. Which somehow ended with me pinning knitting patterns. I don't knit, but Pinterest is a bitch that way.

Let's see it," Boyd calls from outside the dressing room.

"How do you know I like this one enough to come out?"

"Because you've been in the same dress for five minutes and you're wearing pretend heels," he answers drily.

Wait. I fling open the door. "Are you watching me under the fitting room door? That's kind of pervy."

He smiles slowly. "All I can see are your feet to mid calf."

"Maybe you have a foot fetish.