Ingrid, his assistant by day, ignored him and was soon hanging on his arm, accompanied by a few more fawning wannabe vampires.
Xander pushed into the mind of Ingrid to plant thoughts that would leave him free of her.
Ingrid, come here, he ordered his assistant silently.
Ingrid all but bolted out of the bar.
Ingrid made a sound of disgust but took the blonde's arm.
Under his spell, the blonde wasn't going to be phased by the display of magic, while Ingrid already knew he was the real thing.
Ingrid looked around, disoriented.
"There's always me," Ingrid said hopefully.
If Ingrid didn't know how to hide his money in offshore accounts, she would've been gone long ago.
Gerry was tense and worried, as he had been since Xander decapitated the one Guardian who tried to attack Ingrid, thinking she was a vamp, too.
Ingrid hired an interior decorator when he leased the condo a few months ago.
He almost fired Ingrid that day for the bright colors, until he saw the master bedroom.
Ingrid was clapping at the television, and his gaze flickered to the screen.
I've seen every episode a million times, Ingrid said with her normal dramatic flare.
Ingrid made a sound of derision.
Ingrid left and returned with her laptop and an iPad, sitting at the table with him.
A brilliant and pathetic relic of the close of the medieval period exists in the Love Letters addressed in 1498 by Ingrid Persdotter, a nun of Vadstena, to the young knight Axel Nilsson.
In a fine Alfred Hitchcock movie called Notorious, the troubled character played by Ingrid Bergman gets very drunk at a party and asks Cary Grant to come for a drive.