Gentlemen Prefer Blondes Novels & Stories

“Less plating and more food.” “Nothing fancy then.” His nothing-fancy version was still a high-end restaurant as he opened a door for me. “Don’t we need a reservation or something?” “I know the owner.” “Of course you do. Is she sexy and blonde?” “What’s your beef with blondes, Maverick? You can’t stereotype blondes.” “I don’t hate blondes. I just checked out the women you dated. They’re all blondes.” “Hookups, Maverick.” We were immediately accommodated in the VIP area as if we were royalty.

“And get rid of your blond hair. White guys are about as foreign as Kleenex.” “You're just jealous you didn't inherit mom's locks,” he teased, running his fingers through his curls and grinning rakishly. “I could pass as a Swedish exchange student. It's why I get all the ladies.” “And why you have the brain of a potato.” “That's only if you're a chick. If you're a man, it means you're a stud. Like Apollo, or David Beckham.”

“I’m very honored to be among such esteemed gentlemen, but I’d like to know . . . what do you actually do here?” Mr. Pervis turned to this man with aplomb, beaming as though he hadn’t lost his temper only moments ago. “We do a great many splendid things, such as admire each others’ beards, or showing each other our canes, where we hide pictures of a coquettish nature. We have our beards cleaned and styled by beautiful servant girls. And we vigorously ridicule the shaven gentleman.” The other men grumbled their approval. “You know,” remarked the new member, “Mr. Cillian is shaven. And I hear he actually likes it that way.”

Dani said matter of fact. "Jesus Christ Dani!" I yelled. "What? We're all family here now, and we don't hide anything from family." "But that's just TMI for the men here," I stated, sinking in my seat, trying to be invisible now. "There's nothing to he ashamed of. We all have our preferences," Jon added. "You know, big bro, Dee here has never dated a white man. She says she prefers them black. But who can blame her that's how I like my women too," he leaned over and kissed Dani. There was tongues involved and all. Then he pulled away.

He instructed and made to lay back on her thigh. Angela shook her head. “I guess that's how rich are”. Antonio jerked up. “I beg your pardon?” “Asking women for sex in exchange, isn't it something you rich people do?” She replied. “I never asked any of the women I've been with for it, they asked instead”. With a face and body like his…there is no lie detected, Angela thought. “They knew my obsession with blondes, and those blonde bitches decided to apply for pleasure. Some go to the extent of dying their hair and wearing contacts… I don't care as long as it's blonde and blue”.

I sip slowly, not ready for another cough battle. I glance around the club and my eyes fall on a particular blond man. He's with another man who's with a girl. " Fuck." I inhale through my mouth. " What?" Roxie asks as she turns around to look at what got my attention. His blond hair is long and I'm pretty sure it's tied in a man bun at the back of his head. Tendrils of his hair fall at the sides of his face and goddamnit, he is gorgeous. He's literally the most good-looking man I've ever seen. His nose is well shaped and I can't see his eyes, since he's engraved in a conversation with the other man. The blond man laughs and his laugh is beautiful. From the faint light and the distance, he l

So delicate and intense pleasure. I never understood him and what he called flavors. They were all blonde, so I didn't get why he called them that when he only had one type. Most of the time, I thought he was just choosing to be with blondes, but what did I know? Just focusing on my own personality.

“Complete vanilla. First time in a place like this.” Reed raised an eyebrow. “You hired vanilla?” “They’re competent. Glowing references. And after the mess with the last girls… a little innocence might actually be good for business.” From my seat I had a perfect view of them. The brunette was pretty. The blonde? She demanded attention without trying. “I’m telling you,” Atlas went on, “they’re magnets. Especially the blonde. Juliet.” “Which one’s Juliet?” Reed asked. “The blonde.” Atlas’s grin widened. “Polite. Obedient. ‘Sir’ rolls off her tongue like she was born saying it.”

I murmured and accepted the napkin. “No problem. He’s truly a gigantic asshole isn’t he?” The blonde man said, gesturing at the dark haired man. “Don’t worry, he’s an asshole to every one. Don’t take it personally. He’s not called a heartless bastard for nothing.” He said with a bright smile and a charming dimple. I nodded. “Who is he though?” I asked and the blonde man’s eyebrows shot up In surprise. “You don’t know him?!” I asked and I shook my head.

I was in no mood to deal with this guy right now unless I wanted my fist connecting to his jaw. Great! I should have let the blonde share my table. “You didn’t think she was nice?” he asked. “Nope.” “Too blonde for you?” he asked again. When I didn’t reply, he persisted, “What’s your type? Blondes, brunettes, redheads?” Seriously, why does he want to know? I raised a brow at him. “Why do you assume that I like girls?”