Lie to Me: A Contemporary Billionaire BWWM Romance Read Online Free

in many of the right places and padded in those that needed help.
    And yet Alisha’s friends comfortably out-did her, they flaunted flesh like it was going out of fashion and drew the eye of every male in the bar. All of which rather confused Zoe, who knew for a fact that they all had boyfriends. Were they confident enough to show this much skin because they knew that nothing would come of it? But then, why bother dressing like that if you weren’t trying to pick someone up? Certainly not for comfort.
    The high heels Zoe wore had been making her feet ache since she had put them on, her dress only seemed able to contain her breasts by digging painfully into her sides and she kept feeling cold air in areas that she felt instinctively should not be exposed to anything.
    Were this not bad enough, the girls all ordered shots, downed them instantly and ordered more. This confused Zoe as well. These girls were all as insubstantial as matchsticks; how were they able to cope with this amount of alcohol and remain standing? Especially since they all teetered about on ridiculous stilettos. Zoe sighed – even their heels were skinnier than hers.
    Refusing, for now at least, to cow-tow to peer pressure, she ordered herself a vodka and lemonade and sat down to drink it. She noted that she was also the only one to order any food. She hesitated only briefly before ordering the nachos, eyeing the lithe figure of the girl seated next to her, then thought, ‘what the hell.’ Skipping a little cheese sauce tonight wasn’t going to ever get her into a size two, no matter how much she might dream of it.
    Unfortunately her gaze was so distracted by the spectacle of Alisha’s friends downing yet more shots then she failed to notice the slice of lemon in her own drink. By the time she had finished coughing up vodka, pouring liquid cheese all over herself, and ruining her best going out dress, Zoe wondered if choking on a lemon wedge would have been preferable to dying of embarrassment, which she was pretty sure was what she was going to do now.
    She decided to sneak out when Alisha went to the bathroom. She did not want to get drunk, and the chances of her picking up a nice guy after the exhibition she had just made of herself seemed pretty low.
    “Hi.”
    It would be too much to say that the face into which Zoe looked was that of the most handsome man she had ever seen.
    It was not like she kept records of every man she had ever seen therefore being sure of that sort of thing was impossible. It was hard to believe that he was not in the top five, but that was the best she was prepared to say without more thought on the matter. That said, she was as sure as she could be that he was the most handsome man who had ever approached her in a bar (although that was not a long list).
    “Hi.” Zoe blushed crimson, adding to the overall picture of vodka-soaked, lemon-choked seductress that she currently presented.
    “Zoe Blanchard?” the man said.
    Zoe took a moment away from thinking that her name had never sounded sexier to wonder how the hell he knew her. If he knew her then this was not a random pick up, which was less flattering in a way, but she was willing to let that slide for this particular individual.
    “Yes…?”
    “I’m Nick Rothberger.”
    The name immediately clicked with her – the Rothberger family owned RothCo, the company for which she worked. Arousal had now been replaced (or at least diluted) in Zoe’s system by fear and confusion: what the hell was going on here?
    “Pleased to meet you,” she replied warily, staring at deep blue eyes in which she would happily lose herself.
    Nick smiled, which was apparently the one thing he could do to become even more handsome, and Zoe wondered if the top of her head had blown off.
    “I’ve got a job for you. Be in my office, nine thirty tomorrow morning.” His brilliant white teeth sparkled even in the dim light. He didn’t wait for Zoe to respond, apparently used to having his