somehow , dorsey could n't help but speculate further that desiree had sporty separates , seductive peignoirs , and at least one diaphanous gown in her closet , as well , and that she was looking to trap herself a tycoon , a tycoon like , oh , dorsey did n't know , maybe adam darien , for example , and it was all lauren grable-monroe 's fault , and damn , damn , damn , what the hell had she been thinking to write that stupid book to begin with ?