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" Shithead Boss Man, eh? You know, Dylan, I really lucked out in the assistant department. The other partners in the firm have ended up with someone awful, who soothes them, is at their beck and call and agrees with them all the time. I got one who is sarcastic, argumentative, scruffy, rarely where he should be, and calls me Shithead Boss Man rather than Sir.”
Jude laughs at him, before reaching out and swiping one of the prawns from my carton of sweet and sour. “He’d call you Sir if you spanked him. "
― Lily Morton , Rule Breaker (Mixed Messages, #1)
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" He flushes slightly. “I was mad about him when I was fifteen.”
“How didn’t I know this?” I say indignantly. “We tell each other everything.”
“Not anymore,” Dylan adds hastily, looking at Gabe, but he shrugs unconcerned.
“Don’t try and cover it up, Dylan. Jude’s our very own Camilla - the third person in our relationship.”
“Why am I the old woman in this scenario?” I say indignantly. “I want to be the younger, much fitter princess, who captured people’s hearts and minds.”
“You would have been, babe,” Dylan says hastily. “And you’d look way better with a tiara than she does.”
“I would,” I nod firmly. “I would be a very desirable addition to the royal family, and a very stabilizing influence, if I do say so myself. I also have a full head of my own hair.”
Gabe shakes his head. “I’m worried that I not only follow these odd flights of fancy, but I find myself actually wanting to weigh in with my own opinions.”
“What did you want to say?” Dylan asks immediately, but he shakes his head.
“I said I wanted to, not that I was going to. I’m looking through the windows of the mental asylum, not going through the door. "
― Lily Morton , Deal Maker (Mixed Messages, #2)