Read Online Would I Lie To You by Cecily von Ziegesar - Free Book Online
Authors: Cecily von Ziegesar
Ads: Link
pictured her, in his late-night fever dreams, when he’d thrown down his pen and pushed his paper off of his desk, unable to write, unable to concentrate, unable to think about anything other than her graceful neck, the curve of her hip. She looked like the very idea of a woman, and wasn’t that better, he wondered, than the reality of the situation? Weren’t ideas, when all is said and done, so superior to reality?”
Dan stood in silence, still cradling the tattered volume reverentially, and Greg just sat there, staring up at Dan the way you’d stare up at a complicated stained-glass window, or at someone undressing in front of an apartment window, high above.
“It’s a crime,” Dan muttered darkly. “How could this be out of print?”
“It is a crime,” Greg agreed, standing and placing his hands on top of the book. Dan looked at his wide-open brilliant green eyes behind the lenses of his chunky glasses. “Thank goodness there are people like us to keep things like this alive.”
“You’re right.” Dan nodded solemnly.
“Dan,” Greg whispered huskily, “I’m really glad we met.”
“Me too,” Dan agreed, checking his watch again—he didn’t want to be away from work for too long, but before he could even figure out what the numbers on the face of his Casio calculator-watch were telling him, he felt Greg’s long arms wrap around him.
“This is such a good omen for our first meeting tomorrow.” Greg’s hot breath tickled Dan’s neck as he hugged him. “We’ll have so much to talk about.”
“Y-y-y-yeah,” Dan stammered. Wow, Greg was sort of a geek, but he really did genuinely appreciate how cool the book was. “Here, why don’t you hold on to this for me?” he offered, handing Greg the book.
Greg hugged him again, even harder this time. “Wow,” he gasped. “I’m overwhelmed.”
Dan grinned at him and headed upstairs. Why did he always attract the geeks?
Um, maybe because he was kind of a geek himself?
Gossip Girl 10 - Would I Lie To You
hey people!
Just when you thought it couldn’t get any hotter, the thermometer rises another ten degrees. Or maybe that’s just my computer—it’s practically overheating from your steamy e-mails! It seems people are responding to the temperature by shedding clothes and getting wet . . . and giving the whole neighborhood a show.
What in tarnation am I talking about now? Well, we all know that in the Hamptons, you can’t throw a stone without hitting someone you know (like it’s any different in Manhattan?!) Here, though, we have actual yards and fences. Crazy concept, huh? Rows upon rows of hedges separating the fabulous and beautiful from the fabulous and beautiful. They say good fences make good neigh-bors, so we should all stay strictly within our own property, I suppose. But what if your neighbor is hot and occasionally naked? This is all a hypothetical, of course. . . . I don’t actually know of anyone who skinny-dips in their pool and then invites the neighbors for a visit. But I’ve been hearing rumors about and doing just that, and you know those girls are always setting trends. You heard it here first: time for that fence to come down, people. Screw fences. Good neighbors make good fun.
So hello neighbor boys, come and find me. I’m lying out by my pool, enjoying my own form of A/C: alcohol/college boys. Yawn. Just another day at the office.
Q:
Dear GG,
I know I should be out there at the beach with the rest of civilized society, but I’m unfortunately trapped in the city forsummer school. Who knew they were really so serious aboutthat whole attendance policy thing? Anyway, I’m freaking dyingover here, it’s so hot. Help!
—Sweltering in the City
A:
Dear SITC,
Poor thing. Sounds like you could use your own doppelganger right now! But if that’s not an option, here are some quick fixes to stay cool in the city:
1) Find your nearest rooftop pool. If you don’t have a friend withher own
Dan stood in silence, still cradling the tattered volume reverentially, and Greg just sat there, staring up at Dan the way you’d stare up at a complicated stained-glass window, or at someone undressing in front of an apartment window, high above.
“It’s a crime,” Dan muttered darkly. “How could this be out of print?”
“It is a crime,” Greg agreed, standing and placing his hands on top of the book. Dan looked at his wide-open brilliant green eyes behind the lenses of his chunky glasses. “Thank goodness there are people like us to keep things like this alive.”
“You’re right.” Dan nodded solemnly.
“Dan,” Greg whispered huskily, “I’m really glad we met.”
“Me too,” Dan agreed, checking his watch again—he didn’t want to be away from work for too long, but before he could even figure out what the numbers on the face of his Casio calculator-watch were telling him, he felt Greg’s long arms wrap around him.
“This is such a good omen for our first meeting tomorrow.” Greg’s hot breath tickled Dan’s neck as he hugged him. “We’ll have so much to talk about.”
“Y-y-y-yeah,” Dan stammered. Wow, Greg was sort of a geek, but he really did genuinely appreciate how cool the book was. “Here, why don’t you hold on to this for me?” he offered, handing Greg the book.
Greg hugged him again, even harder this time. “Wow,” he gasped. “I’m overwhelmed.”
Dan grinned at him and headed upstairs. Why did he always attract the geeks?
Um, maybe because he was kind of a geek himself?
Gossip Girl 10 - Would I Lie To You
hey people!
Just when you thought it couldn’t get any hotter, the thermometer rises another ten degrees. Or maybe that’s just my computer—it’s practically overheating from your steamy e-mails! It seems people are responding to the temperature by shedding clothes and getting wet . . . and giving the whole neighborhood a show.
What in tarnation am I talking about now? Well, we all know that in the Hamptons, you can’t throw a stone without hitting someone you know (like it’s any different in Manhattan?!) Here, though, we have actual yards and fences. Crazy concept, huh? Rows upon rows of hedges separating the fabulous and beautiful from the fabulous and beautiful. They say good fences make good neigh-bors, so we should all stay strictly within our own property, I suppose. But what if your neighbor is hot and occasionally naked? This is all a hypothetical, of course. . . . I don’t actually know of anyone who skinny-dips in their pool and then invites the neighbors for a visit. But I’ve been hearing rumors about and doing just that, and you know those girls are always setting trends. You heard it here first: time for that fence to come down, people. Screw fences. Good neighbors make good fun.
So hello neighbor boys, come and find me. I’m lying out by my pool, enjoying my own form of A/C: alcohol/college boys. Yawn. Just another day at the office.
Q:
Dear GG,
I know I should be out there at the beach with the rest of civilized society, but I’m unfortunately trapped in the city forsummer school. Who knew they were really so serious aboutthat whole attendance policy thing? Anyway, I’m freaking dyingover here, it’s so hot. Help!
—Sweltering in the City
A:
Dear SITC,
Poor thing. Sounds like you could use your own doppelganger right now! But if that’s not an option, here are some quick fixes to stay cool in the city:
1) Find your nearest rooftop pool. If you don’t have a friend withher own
Similar Books
