Page 67 of Twisted Truth

Asher snatches the pillow away and tosses it down on the bed, his brow quirked at my crazy reaction.

“Do I need to repeat the question?” he asks when I stay silent.

I squirm. “No. It was, um, a romance.”

Asher’s eyes flash with intrigue when I peek up at him. “That’s a vague answer. What was the title?”

When I don’t answer quickly, he continues to pester me. “We must be honest, Ella,” he says with a devious smile.

I groan. “Fine.” I tell him the title of a romance novel that has grown enough in popularity that he might have heard of it. It’s also become a bit infamous because of the smut content. It’s a great book, but so many people only titter on about the sex in it because they haven’t read it and don’t care to learn about the overarching story.

His devious smile grows. He’s clearly heard of it. “Was it a good book?”

“The best.”

“Lots of good content? And plot?”

Finding my nerve, I sit up straight, deciding to hold my ground and not be embarrassed for reading a good book.

“Actually, yes. It did have an amazing plot. And yes, it alsohad lots of other content—a veritable buffet of perfect smut. Just how I like my books.”

“Any scenes you enjoyed in particular?”

Now I smile deviously. “Several. I don’t watch porn, but I do read it because I’m a fucking lady.”

Asher roars with laughter. “You’re right. This game is fun.”

“Your turn to answer. What’s the last book you read?”

“I don’t even know. I rarely have time to read. Probably a memoir or self-help book.”

“That’s boring and not nearly as good as my answer.”

“Agreed.” He picks up his phone and types for a moment.

“Boring you already, am I?”

“Nope. Just finishing something up . . . now.” He clicks something on his phone and then sets it down. Then he steals my phone out of my hands and looks down to read the screen. “Next question: Do you prefer indoors or outdoors?”

“Indoors. However, I do like to hike and spend time outdoors. But camping would be too much for me. A hike and then a hotel would be more my speed. But I already know your answer is probably about the same thanks to Matthew’s email detailing a list of your likes and dislikes.”

“He sent an email with my likes and dislikes?”

“Monday night. I still can’t get over the fact that you don’t like amusement parks.”

He clucks his tongue. “I don’t dislike them on principle, I dislike it when they’re overly crowded. Which they usually are. And the ride lines always smell musty.”

“Still. That feels like an abomination to me.”

He rolls his eyes. “Moving on. Third question: What’s your guilty pleasure? Besides dirty books, that is.” He winks.

I swat at his hand. “Hmm.” I think for a minute. “Probably takeout and a good movie in my pajamas.”

“That’s it? Not very guilty as far as pleasures go.”

“Yeah, pretty simple. Maybe also coffee. I love coffee too much. What’s yours?”

“Probably my houses. I have a house in all of my favorite cities. They mostly all sit vacant since it’s not like I can visit each of them all the time. But I like having a place to call my own in my favorite places in the world.”