Beautiful Liar Quotes

“Granted, I didn’t understand most of what Reed said to Will during those three hours. For example, at one point, Reed said: “What if we were to saturate the vocals and make them extra dirty?” And I was like, Huh? Another time, Reed said, “We could turn up the flux on the Echo to around 300, playback level at zero. Let’s try that and see if it makes our balls vibrate.” It was another huh? But even without understanding the conversation, I could plainly surmise, thanks to Will’s reactions to Reed’s comments, Reed was making a powerful contribution to Will’s art.”
― Lauren Rowe, Beautiful Liar

“But then, I want you to promise me, no matter how far in the future this scenario might come to pass, you’ll come to me. Straight to me. No matter where I am in the world. And you’ll tell me what happened, so I can go full-on Reed Rivers on the motherfucker’s ass.” She’s shaking against my fingertip. She nods, her hazel eyes flashing. “Nobody—nobody—is allowed to hurt you, Georgina Ricci. Never, ever again. Do you understand me? Never.”
― Lauren Rowe, Beautiful Liar

“You can’t blame me for lying about that. I had to make sure you wouldn’t let me walk out that door and go to C-Bomb. I didn’t want to be Caleb Baumgarten’s Penny Lane for a week.” I nuzzle my nose against Reed’s. “I wanted to be yours.” Reed runs his palm down my arm, before it disappears into the warm water of the hot tub and rests on my tailbone. “I was never going to let you go to Caleb, baby. Over my dead body.” He kisses me passionately, sending my spirit swirling through the night sky. “What the hell are you doing to me, Georgina?” he mutters.”
― Lauren Rowe, Beautiful Liar

“Okay, it’s my turn to ask a question. And I want your brutally honest answer this time, okay?” My stomach clenches in anticipation. “Okay.” “This is important, Georgina. No fibbing.” He puts his fingertip underneath my chin and looks at me sternly. “Georgina Ricci, did you truly have a poster of C-Bomb on your teenage wall—or did you tell me that to fuck with me?”
― Lauren Rowe, Beautiful Liar

“I’m trying to bang out some code for a client while Hazel is taking her morning nap. She’s in her crib right now, sleeping butts-up coconut.” I chuckle. “I’m afraid to ask.” “That’s what Hannah calls it when Hazel’s sleeping with her bottom straight in the air. She smashes her cheek into the mattress and curls her little legs up underneath her, and points her butt straight up. It’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.” “Send me a pic.” “Reed, Hazel is my baby.” I laugh. “I want to see.” “Are you drunk?” “I’m just in a good mood. Now, send me a fucking photo of your baby doing butts up coconut before I beat your scrawny ass. My time is valuable, man. I don’t beg.” He laughs. My phone pings. “I sent it.” “Aw. You’re right. That is adorable.”
― Lauren Rowe, Beautiful Liar

“The mere thought of you kissing another man while you’re working on the special issue makes me want to commit murder.”
― Lauren Rowe, Beautiful Liar

“Did you see what happened to me?” she sputters. “Oh my God, Reed. That’s never happened to me before.” In reply, I kneel between her legs and begin licking up my sweet trophy. And she coos and sighs and laughs through it all. “Oh, God, Reed. You’re amazing. That was beyond incredible.” I smile and say nothing. What is there to say? I’ve done exactly what I set out to do. I’ve shown her what her body can do. But only with me. She’s an addict now. Newly created. A junkie hooked on a powerful drug. And that powerful drug... is me.”
― Lauren Rowe, Beautiful Liar

“You want to hear something super kinky?” “There’s no need to ask me that question. My answer to it will always be a resounding yes.” She giggles. “The fact that you keep that photo on your desk, and visit your mom regularly—and do yoga and play Scrabble with her, and make her happiness your top priority...” She physically swoons in my arms with a heavy, happy, sexy sigh. “Oh, God, Reed. All of that really turns me on.” The butterflies in my stomach turn into a hard-on—one that’s giving me instant amnesia about the annoyance I’ve been feeling about this topic. I slide my arms around Georgie and smile broadly at her. “That’s what turns you on? What kind of sick fuck are you, Georgina Ricci?”
― Lauren Rowe, Beautiful Liar

“Yes, Georgina. Of course, I’ve already told Amalia to take off at five every day this week. I had no choice, once I found out you’re a screamer. My house is big, but it’s not big enough to contain Georgina Ricci’s screams of ecstasy.”
― Lauren Rowe, Beautiful Liar