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

to
run?”
    He shrugged. “I’m a pigheaded bastard. I
wouldn’t have listened.”
    She laughed at him. “You sure you’re not from
Jersey?”
    His sly grin was lopsided. “I fit in there
abnormally well. I even got the hang of navigating jughandles
within a week.”
    “You’re at least an honorary Jerseyan, then.
Anyone who goes right to turn left is certifiable.”
    “Thanks, I think.” He sat down on the bar
stool again but did a double-take when he realized how close to the
ground Lizzy was. “How old are you?”
    “Twenty-two.”
    “Ah. That’s good.” He held out his hand like
he wanted to help her step up into a horse-drawn carriage.
    “No thanks. I’m fine.” Lizzy put one hand on
the barstool seat and one on the bar and pressed to lift herself up
onto the stool like doing an iron cross on the rings. She
levitated, hovering in the air, then maneuvered her butt onto the
stool.
    He raised his eyebrows, impressed. “You’re
pretty strong.”
    She lifted her chin to smile. Showing off
always caught guys’ attention. “Small people have a higher
strength-to-weight ratio. You big people might be able to lift more
net pounds, but you weigh too much to spin yourself around
like we can.”
    His sultry glance was too quick to be a leer.
“Really?”
    “Yeah.” She grinned at him, and her tongue
crept to the side, an absolutely slutty flirt.
    Well, Georgie had practically ordered Lizzy
to find someone to hook up with. The more she talked to Gorgeous
Theo the Non-Guido, the more interesting he got, and he had said he
was single.
    His lips looked soft, very soft. Lizzy liked
kissing.
    She leaned toward him, offering him a view
down her dress. “So why do you hate being a lawyer so much,
Theo?”
    He didn’t look down her top and kept his gaze
pinned on her eyes. “I don’t, not really. Professionally, next week
is going to be one of the worst weeks of my life. In law school, I
had a superhero complex and thought I would be putting bad guys in
jail and saving the world.”
    “So why don’t you do that?”
    “I do. Or I try to. I’m an assistant county
attorney, a prosecutor, in special crimes. It’s not easy to put bad
guys in jail. We cut deals with people we shouldn’t. We put people
away for longer than they should be just because we can, and we
have to do that to keep our statistics up. The really bad guys have
teams of lawyers who hire private investigators and have all the
time in the world to work on their cases.” He wiped a smudge of
beer foam off his full lower lip with his thumb. “I’ve had a rough
day. I’m usually not morose like this.”
    “It’s okay. Go ahead,” Lizzy said. Theo was
pretty to look at. With some time in a tanning booth, a dollop of
mousse and an attack by a blow-dryer, maybe some time with a real
hairstylist to turn those gold streaks to platinum, he might be a
looker at a club. Might take an hour to freshen this guy up.
    Or that might make him look like every other
poser out there. Maybe he was gorgeous just as he was.
    He said, “I keep thinking that I should get
out of prosecuting and go into contract law, write tight documents
and tweak the language to tie up all the loopholes.”
    “Sounds soul-killing, sitting at a desk and
typing all day.”
    He smirked, but it was good-natured, not
mean. “I don’t have a soul. In your second year of law school, they
bring out the big machine, stick the hose in your left ear, and
suck it out.”
    “Oh, come on.” She socked his shoulder, a bit
of rough Jersey affection. His shoulder under her fist was bigger
than she had thought. A lot of muscle hid under that suit jacket of
his.
    He said, “Having a soul is a liability when
you’re an attorney. It would screw everything up.”
    “How do you know right from wrong if you
insist that you don’t have a soul or whatever?”
    He raised one eyebrow at her, but he was
still smiling. “Or whatever?”
    “Yeah, all models are wrong, but some models
are