Falling Hard (Billionaires in Disguise: Lizzy, #1) Read Online Free PDF Page B

on the arm of a Latino man. His
royal blue suit was stylish and betrayed that his young body was
lean and corded with muscle. The gold chain resting over his tie
was probably a collar.
    Lizzy vaguely recognized some of the Doms and
subs. In general, prospective members attended up to three parties
to make an impression, and then were either admitted on a
provisional basis or ceased being invited to parties.
    Rae leaned down and asked Lizzy, “Is Dom
here?”
    Lizzy and Georgie glanced around the huge
hotel suite.
    The Dom was leaning with his elbow on the
bar, sipping from a highball glass and holding court, his bright
blond hair half a head above everyone clustered around him.
    Lizzy’s heart flailed from a jolt of
adrenaline that made her hands shake. She almost stepped backward
and melted back into the elevator, and she nearly ran over to
him.
    Lizzy glanced up at Rae. “I don’t see him.
Let’s dance.”
    She slid her fingers into Rae’s hand and
pulled Rae and Georgie through the crowd to the dance floor in
front of the DJ like a chihuahua on a leash, dragging two
giants.
    A crowd bopped on the dance floor, mostly the
younger Doms and their subs. A deejay spun old, old rock songs and
seventies disco just loud enough so that people could sing along
without fear of anyone hearing them sing.
    Lizzy began to dance, and Georgie started
dancing, and Rae started doing that embarrassed shuffle thing that
Lizzy could have sworn they had cured her of last year.
    Two wailing songs later, Lizzy told Rae, “You
need a drink.”
    Rae nodded, obviously relieved to leave the
dance floor. Maybe Georgie has psyched her out with all that talk
about The Dom.
    They drank jewel-colored, pucker-sweet girlie
martinis at the bar that ran the length of one wall. Lizzy stood
with her back resolutely to The Dom, feeling his presence six feet
away, even through the people clustered around him. With two steps
of those long legs and one reach, he could whirl Lizzy around and
kiss her right there. The back of her neck prickled as she listened
for any movement behind her.
    Lizzy licked sugar off the rim of her martini
glass and asked Georgie and Rae, “What’s the difference between
dark and hard?”
    Rae’s glance with those big, brown eyes was
bashful, but her grin was infectious. “I don’t know. What’s the
difference?”
    “It stays dark all night.”
    The girls laughed college-girl titters, but
Lizzy heard a low chuckle behind her. It wasn’t The Dom’s deep
chuckle, which she had only heard the one time, but it was
definitely masculine and amused.
    They drank and talked for a few minutes, and
Lizzy ordered another sour apple martini for Rae. “What’s the
difference between light and hard?” Lizzy asked.
    This time, Georgie humored her. “What?”
    “A man can go to sleep with a light on.”
    The girls laughed, and again, Lizzy heard
that chuckle behind her. Some guy back there liked juvenile dirty
jokes. She almost turned to take a look, but she didn’t want to
catch The Dom’s eye, so she stared at Georgie and Rae instead.
Besides, if she turned around, it would give the guy a fat head,
the bad kind.
    Rae slurped rest of her bilious green drink
and signaled the bartender. “What kind of whiskey do you have?”
    Georgie and Lizzy exchanged glances behind
Rae’s back. Georgie leaned in. “Slow down, pardner.”
    The bartender finished pouring a beer and
raised an eyebrow. “The usual. What d’ya want?”
    Lizzy rested her elbows on the bar.
“Something from the top shelf. Maybe that Johnnie Walker Blue, with
water.”
    “Blue Label?” Rae asked. She squinted up at
the bottle the guy retrieved from the top rack of booze.
    “Yeah, it’s good, but it’s a sipping whiskey,
not a shot.” Lizzy caught a glimpse of the guy behind her back who
had been chuckling at her jokes, but he was turned the other
direction. His dark blond hair seemed well-cut, shaggy on top like
he might not be too old, and he was holding a beer.