Truth or Dare (Liar Liar #2) Read Online Free

door to her loft promptly at seven, looking stunning in a black cocktail dress that crossed over the front, covering her scar.
    I wanted to tell her she didn’t have to hide anything from me. I thought she was perfect exactly as she was. But instead of embarrassing her, I handed her the oversized bouquet of white roses. “You look lovely.”
    “Thank you.” She looked at the flowers. “They’re beautiful, but you really shouldn’t have.”
    “I think they’ll be our thing,” I said, running a finger down her cheek. I stepped inside without waiting for an invitation. “White roses. Don’t they represent purity and innocence?”
    She laughed, shaking her head. “I can’t imagine you’d associate me with purity and innocence after what happened in New York.”
    I liked that she could talk openly about our night together, even smile about it. “There were so many more things I wanted to do with you, to you.” I crowded her against the wall in the narrow entrance. “But you were so pure, so innocent, I was afraid you’d be offended if I suggested them.”
    Her breath hitched as my lips grazed her neck. “Blaise… I…” She held up her hand, pressing her palm into my chest. “I should put these in water.”
    She needed a reprieve, and I was willing to give her one, for now. I had no doubt how this evening would end.
    I followed her into the kitchen and sat on a bar stool at the breakfast bar. “Nice place you have here.”
    She reached for a crystal vase for the flowers. “Thanks, I like it.”
    I looked around, taking in the comfortable furnishings and accessories. Her furniture was traditional, with a warm, neutral palette. The couches and chairs were soft and inviting with oversized cushions and ottomans. I would have expected a loft to look more contemporary, but every piece seemed tailor-made for the space. “Did you decorate it yourself?”
    “I did,” she said, smiling as she filled the vase with water. “It took a while because I was picky, but I wanted just the right pieces, so I didn’t rush it.”
    “Would you consider helping me out with a decorating project?” I’d take any excuse to spend more time with her. Besides, if things went as planned, she’d be spending a lot more time at my penthouse.
    She laughed. “You can’t be serious. I’m sure you have renowned interior designers on speed dial. Why would you need my help?”
    I watched her smell the roses, and the act made me smile. She still appreciated the simple things in life. Maura wasn’t like so many of the women I’d dated. They were impressed by the things I could buy them, but she just seemed to appreciate spending time with me, even though she wasn’t ready to admit it to me or herself.
    She caught me watching her. “What?”
    I grinned. “I was just thinking you’re cute.”
    “Cute?” She rolled her eyes. “That’s not what a woman wants to hear, Blaise. Gorgeous, sexy, alluring, and intriguing are all good, but cute…?” She wrinkled her nose. “Not so much.”
    I stared at her for so long, she finally shifted from one foot to the other. “You hypnotize me. When I’m with you, I can’t think about anything else. Just you.”
    She shook her head as she tried to hide the blush stealing over her cheeks. Turning her back, she carried the roses over to the small dining area and set them on the table. “You’re good, I’ll give you that.”
    She thought I was feeding her a line, but I wasn’t. When I was with her, and even when I wasn’t, there was no room in my head for other thoughts. She consumed me. “You’re making it difficult for me to concentrate on my work,” I admitted. “I’ll be in the middle of an important meeting and your beautiful face will pop into my mind, and I can’t get my head back in the game.”
    “You’re such a liar,” she said, rolling her eyes.
    I froze at her choice of words. She was right; I was a liar. I’d lied to her about everything, and if the truth ever came