A drabble from Eliosa James/Julia Quinn BB..

"I want to get in your pants."

Brandon's head snapped up, his gaze sharpening on Sally, his nearest and closest friend in the whole world, and her tone of voice, along with her smoky desire laden voice, alerted him that her request was more than serious. "Huh?"

"You heard me big boy... Now, take off your jeans."

Shaking his head, he tried to clear it, and his nose scrunched up in annoyance. "Sally, are you on drugs?"

Flipping her straight, pale blond hair over her shoulder, Sally strutted toward him with a sexy sway to her hips. Her lips tipped up slightly, her green eyes pierced through him. "I am blessedly sober Brandon dear, I just know what I want.. Have wanted it for years."

Again, he thought, he must be hallucinating. "Sally, get out of here!"

Two more steps, and she stood in front of him, her palm rubbing his shoulder, an intense smoldering tint came into her brown tinted irises. "I am serious Brandon.. I am not leaving here until you give me what I want.. Something you what as much as I do.."

Brandon swallowed hard, as Sally, rubbed her palms down, coming to the button of his fly. "Now, remove these at once!.. Because darling... You should not let life pass you by.. And, in the end.. It is not the life in your years that count.."

Sally took her fingers, unbuttoning him, with the flick of her wrist, her smile pure deviltry now. "It's the life in your years."

Note:500 word limit and use the sentence in your story. In italics yet again.