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Cytaty z tagiem "ian" [7]
[ + Dodaj cytat]Nie obchodzi mnie ta twarz, tylko jej wyraz. Nie obchodzi mnie ten głos, tylko to, co mówisz. Nie obchodzi mnie to, jak w tym ciele wyglądasz, tylko co nim robisz. Ty jesteś piękna.
Paskudna sztuczka, udawać nieprzytomną. On nigdy by się na to nie nabrał. Kopałby cię dotąd, aż przestałabyś symulować.
– Masz rację – przyznałam spokojnie. – To była pierwsza lekcja, jakiej udzielił mi Bones. Zawsze kop leżącego. Ja uważałam na wykładzie, ty najwyraźniej nie.
Ian stood next to the railing over the dance floor, gesturing almost lazily toward the exit.
"Thought you'd want to know. Denise just ran off.".
Ian stood next to the railing over the dance floor, gesturing almost lazily toward the exit.
"Thought you'd want to know. Denise just ran off.".
I love you," Denise choked, smiling when he kissed her with a passion and hunger that bent her spine back.
Three hard, loud bangs, followed by a bellow of "Open this door!" had her jumping in the next second, startled.
"What the hell?" Spade muttered, letting her go to fling the door open with a scowl.
Ian stood on the other side.
"What is wrong with you, banging on like that?" Spade demanded.
Ian cast a wicked look at Spade, who wore only his shirt, and then one at Denise as she hastily closed her robe.
"Paybacks," Ian said succinctly. Then he walked away, whistling.
You look like a Dracula porn movie reject," she managed.
Spade laughed, but Ian winced. "Let's not speak of him. Like the devil, Vlad might appear if we do.".
Is that singing?"
Spade let out a snort. "Appears so."
...I am the very model of a modern Major-General..."
Ian's voice, loud and off tune. Denise blinked. "Is that code?"
Spade shook his head with disgust. "No. It's Pirates of Penzance."
Bones soundlessly came through the door a moment later, startling her. "He's so bloody pissed, he can hardly walk," he announced.
After more stumbling noises, the operetta-singing vampire appeared. Ian's eyes were bloodshot, he had a smear of dirt on his face, and his shirt was buttoned up wrong.
"Hallo, all!" Ian announced cheerfully. "That was a capital evening.".