Know Me (Truthful Lies Trilogy - Book One) Read Online Free PDF Page B

taken,
dudes.
    What gun is he packing, you ask? It wasn’t
a Beretta Nano . That’s
all I know. Because I’m intimately familiar with that one.
    I look over at Xavier waking Heaven-Leigh up. She wipes her eyes—an entirely human gesture;
the goddess down from her pedestal—and I have to look away
because Infatuation has
taken on graffiti blockbuster dimensions in my head. But, just as
I’m doing it, just as my head is skimming left, I catch the
gentlest tug of a smile on her lips again as she looks me over.
Full, red lips in the shape of a gentle O .
    Oh, damn, the game is on!
    My own lip tugs into a smile of its own. I keep facing the
dance floor because I can’t have her see me all embarrassed like
this.
    I’m trying so hard to forget she’s behind
me—packing her bag or whatever she’s doing—that I’m a little
shocked when she instantly materializes on my left, shaved side of
her head—the right—facing me.
    The smell of her rosy-perfume mixed in
with her all-night sweat makes me light-headed. She looks up at me
with eyes the color of glowing jade. Sweet, searching eyes set in a
porcelain face, eyelashes dark and long.
    She’ s smiling. She steps in front of me, sticks out her
purple-nailed hand. “I’m Blaze Ryleigh. And you’re the guy who was
checking me out all night, right?”
    Yeah, uhm, I have no mirror, but I knows me cheeks is
swimmin in da redness right about now.
    “ Cat got your tongue?”
    I grab her hand, shake it.
    “ Dig your ink,” she says, looking at the
sleeve on my right arm.
    My eyes move over to her own tats—left
arm, mirror image—shoulder to wrist. Colors wild and passionate.
Crazy red rose on the top, huge; but darker, much darker, images on
the bottom. Fucking beautiful .
    I try and say something, but nothing comes
up.
    So much for cool.
    She laughs, grabs me by the upper arms,
then says, “Let’s get
the fuck outta here. You might not be able to talk, but I sure hope
you can drive. ’Cause I’m freaking wiped, and I need to
sleep.”
    Her hand on my skin is like a sheepskin
rug.
    Did I mention the word “infatuated”?
    Well, it isn’t that. This is something else
entirely. And damned if I don’t like rolling on it.

THREE
RYAN GOSLING DREAMBOY
-1-
    Blaze Ryleigh a.k.a DJ
Heaven-Leigh
    I wasn’t oblivious to the sinewy Ryan Gosling Dreamboy that had
been staring at me all night. He just wasn’t my priority. David
Beckham himself could’ve been standing dead center in that dance
floor with his cock screaming to the stars and I wouldn’t have
noticed.
    The set was all there was. Win or lose, all
or nothing. That’s how I treated it in my mind. Because that’s how
it felt to me.
    Melodramatic? Maybe. But after three years
of fighting, losing, and getting older, melodrama starts taking on
a whole new meaning: Life itself.
    And I don’t agree with that.
    But now the set is over, and now I notice him. I notice
him good.
    Golden hair styled to look like a cocky, confident wave, now
ruffled from all night dancing and sweating. Eyes the color of
cloudless skies. Muscles tight, hard . Tall—over six feet for sure. My head only reaches to his
shoulders and that makes me all nice and warm thinking about it.
Not sure about his age, but looks about the same as mine. Twenty or
so. Twenty-three? I’ve never been good with figuring out dudes’
ages.
    And then there’s the ink. That didn’t make me hot at
first, not at all. Because I have my own ink. And I know what it
means to someone who decorates himself so completely they way this
guy has. It’s an expression of self.
    At least that was my first impression of it: Until I saw the
naked babe riding a tiger’s head on his forearm. Then I did get hot.
    There’s just one problem: I’m so freaking tired that whatever thoughts I have of hooking up
with him for a drink or something are gonna need to be relegated to
just getting his number and calling him up
later— much later. Not
to mention that I probably stink real