Novel & Cerita Gentlemen Prefer Blondes

Not because of what she said, but because of how they’ve been treating me. “Blondes are what most men are into. I’m sure he’s no different.” My hair was dark brown that reached my midwaist. The audacity of this woman. “A mistress doesn’t sound so bad.” Her irritating smile made my blood boil. One thing I hate in the world is disrespect.

Audrey adjusted the search results and found another page that had longer movies featuring blonde women. "What do you like, Audrey?" James felt he had to ask. "I like big dick scenes." James coughed, surprised by her directness. He smiled soon after getting over his shock, knowing that he was well-endowed himself. Before he could say anything in response, Audrey had selected a video with a petite, young blonde and a well-hung man with brown hair. She pressed play, then returned to her position with her head on her father's chest and her arm across his stomach.

“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.”

he responded, keeping his hands on the table. She gyrated on him now, so slow and sexy, but his cock didn’t so much as twitch. Yeah, he liked blondes, but he didn’t like one-night-stands. The one small victory that he’d managed to claim and hold onto in these nightmare eight months was that he hadn’t had sex with any of the women who got passed around the club like goddamn bottles of ketchup.

here and there. I know I'm being a complete dick right now, but the sooner I piss them off, the sooner I figure out why they brought me here. I flash Blondie a million-dollar smile and wink at him. "Pass, Barbie; I'm not into men. Don't get me wrong; I have nothing against gay people. I don't deem them as unworthy or outsiders; it's just that I drive on the straight highway. I'm not part of the alphabet mafia." Well, that should set him off. There's nothing more insulting to a straight man than other men insinuating that he has hidden gay tendencies. I've never understood why things are the way they are, but for once, I can use it to my advantage. "You're a complete moron." Blonde drops what

We soon find ourselves at the table, and I know…it is time to put that fake smile on. "Hello, ladies," the tall man with dark blonde hair says. "Evening gents," Tammy is the first one to greet him. "Are you lovely ladies sitting with us tonight?" the man with the dark brown curly hair asks. "Well, we would not be standing here if we weren't." "Are we only getting you three for the night?" "Hold on there, Rambo," Jessie blurts out. "Do you want me to go grab you, Paulina, over there as well?"

Connor slowly stands up, hands in the air, in surrender. -"Must I always do everything?" Blondy mutters. He gets a hold of my wrist and twists it to the side, removing the knife away from his neck. "I am a gentleman. Truly am. Hurting the opposite gender goes against my code of conduct, but you leave me no choice." His eyes flash an electric blue before his free hand covers my entire face.

That sounds like fun. I see him immediately as I walk in. It’s hard not to. The whole bar seems to have their undivided attention on the blond sitting at a table right in the middle. He’s just as good looking as Damon, in a different way. He’s not half as stiff and serious as Damon seemed to be, laughing and joking with group of guys around him. A whole group of women stand on the periphery, refilling his drink. They’re laughing along with the men’s jokes, but the blond seems to be ignoring them.

“Three weeks.” “Three weeks. Was he keeping you at home, then? Smart man. If I had a daughter who looked like you, I’d be keeping her at home as well,” the gentleman chortled. “Oh, um. Thank you…” Then I spotted him. Tall, blond, blue-eyed, Adonis of a man who graced the covers of magazines everywhere. The figurehead for his family’s corporation. Old money. Blake Harrington. “I’m sorry, I really need–” I began.

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.