Sarah Mayberry

“Put me down, I’m too heavy.”“You’re small enough to fit in my pocket.”

“She didn’t sound overjoyed. She didn’t sound even slightly joyed.”

“Sadly, however, the sight of her generous D cups no longer sparked an ounce of interest from Little Sam, the man in charge of social activities.”

“Excuse me, your attention please.” He waited until the whole floor had stopped what it was doing and turned to face him. For a split second his impulse control kicked in, but by then his mouth was fully engaged. “For the record, Claire Marsden and I are not having sex.”

“One of the best lovers in Hollywood. What would a title like that encompass exactly? she wondered. Technique? Enthusiasm? Or was it more about equipment?”

“He couldn’t just come right out with it, could he? No, that would scare her off. He had to be subtle, build up to it. Explain himself. “I love you.” Of course, straight to the point was also an effective strategy.”

“Later she would think about how he'd snuck up on her so silently. The man was on crutches - what was he, a ninja or something?”