Gentlemen Prefer Blondes Novels & Stories

the blonde stammers, elbowing her co-worker like she’s shoving words out of her. “Sorry,” the brunette blurts. Her round cheeks flame crimson. “I just … never saw so many hot dudes in one room before.” Every San Francisco boy’s grin flashes at once. The air thickens with smugness. “Oh, girlfriend …” Lee croons, his voice positively dripping camp. “Wait till you see the full house.” He is officially sounding as gay as Dean. “More?” The brunette’s eyes widen to dinner plates, sparkling with scandalized delight. Her friend elbows her so hard she almost keels over.

she added, as though she’d be doing me a favor. I slipped behind Ryan a little bit more. “You’re not making a very good first impression, Riley,” he scolded her. “The fuck do I care what kind of impression I make?” “Nowhere to go but up,” Killian said genially as he took a drag on his joint. “Yeah – exactly! Nowhere to go but up. Hey, Blondie!” Is she talking to me? I was the only blonde in the room, if you didn’t count half of Riley’s mohawk.

"Who are the biggest gossips? You or your wives?" "Oh, now you're being dirty; men don't gossip; we commiserate." Mancini grinned as he tapped away on his keyboard. It hit me when I saw my guys joining in the fun just how well we'd all come together. I'm big on things falling into place where they're meant to be. I never bet against the house, and something about this whole setup felt right. "When are your guys going to reach Nebraska?"

Callum glanced back to the big hall. People were dancing, perfectly moving in circlers "I have a problem steering away from the furniture, I thought you've noticed by now. And I'm afraid I'm already dizzy enough." He smiled at his glass. Oliver moved closer and said "And the hair?" "Oh, my previous longer hair destroys the shape of the physiognomy and it's vulgar, my dear valet." "If I knew what that means, I'd agree with you. " Callum snorted. He was resting one of his hands on the rail and Oliver put his hand next to his. White gloves were a compulsory part of the gentleman's wear for a ball, but Oliver's was bare. He wasn't a gentleman, after all.