Falling Hard (Billionaires in Disguise: Lizzy, #1) by Blair Babylon Read Free Book Online

swore that
she could feel Mr. Smolder’s eyes lingering on her back.
    Medium Guy asked, “You come to these
often?”
    “Yeah.” She stirred the sugar off the bottom
of her martini with the swizzle stick.
    “With your Dom?”
    “Nope.” Lizzy tried to ignore a remembrance
of The Dom’s fingers trailing down her bare spine. “I’m not into
Doms.”
    If she told herself that about a thousand
times and maybe tattooed it backwards on her forehead, she might
begin to believe it.
    “Here with your boyfriend?”
    From the side, Medium Guy’s cheekbones seemed
cut enough to be interesting, but between The Dom waltzing back
there and Mr. Smolder running his eyes down her spine to her ass,
she wasn’t interested in Medium Guy, but it was a Devilhouse party
so she had to be nice. “Nope. I’m all alone.”
    “What’re you doing here, all alone?” He
glanced at the posing crowd like one of them might kidnap sweet,
little Lizzy, as if she didn’t carry her Taser in her purse
everywhere she went.
    “I’m bait,” she said.
    “Bait?” He smiled a little, and the smile
seemed warmer in his eyes than on his full lips.
    “Yup. I work at The Devilhouse. Where’s your
sub?”
    “No sub.” He swirled his beer to wash the
foam down the sides. “I’m not into subs.”
    “Why are you here, all alone?”
    “Dragged,” he said and sucked down some
beer.
    “Your girlfriend trying to turn you into a
Dom?”
    “No girlfriend, no wife,” he said. “Broke up
with the last girlfriend six months ago and haven’t found another
one.”
    “Have you been looking for one?”
    “Not really. Work has kept me busy. You have
a vanilla guy waiting for you at home?”
    “Hell, no,” Lizzy said. “I’m single, too.
Dumped a God-awful dork from back home a couple months ago.”
    And the one man she was really interested in
might flay her alive with a few words, probably Russian words.
Lizzy could feel him on the dance floor, dancing with her friend,
like he was the sun that warmed her back.
    She glanced past Medium Guy’s back at
Georgie, who was flirting with some other dude. Lizzy didn’t even
bother to see what Georgie’s dude looked like. Georgie adhered
strictly to the use-’em-and-lose-’em code. On the slim chance that
this new guy made the grade, he would do something to screw it up
with the Ice Princess soon enough.
    Lizzy leaned on the bar and lifted her drink.
Other women might look sophisticated, holding a mixed drink like a
real adult and making sexy eyes at some guy. Lizzy settled for
trying to not look like a tiny circus freak by carefully balancing
the oversized glass in her tiny fingers. Trying to look
sophisticated when you’re the size of a twelve-year-old is a losing
battle.
    “So where’s back home?” Medium Guy asked.
    “New Jersey.” Lizzy sipped her honey-sweet
cocktail.
    “But you don’t have big hair or huge teeth,
and you didn’t say Joy-zee,” the guy said.
    She smirked at him. “No one from Jersey ever
pronounces it like that. That’s a Long Island accent or something.
Everybody in Jersey has a different accent, anyway. People from
Hoboken sound like they’re from across the river in New York.
People in South Jersey sound like they’re from Philly, but no one
says Joy-zee. It’s Jurr-zee. I don’t go to the beach.
I go down the shore, and the traffic jam down there is the goddamn
Bennys fucking up the shore traffic.”
    The guy chuckled. It was kind of a refreshing
change from The Dom who so seldom cracked a real smile. She was
pretty sure that Medium Guy was indeed the Chucklehead who had
laughed at her dirty jokes, so he must have a sense of humor.
    He asked, “What’s a Benny?”
    Talking about Jersey brought out the Jersey
girl in her, and Lizzy felt profanity enrich her vocabulary.
“Bennys are the asshole New Yorkers and North Jersey people who
invade our shore during the summer. It’s from the four far-northern
stops on the shore train line, Bayonne, Elizabeth, Newark,