Roaring Hot! (Contemporary Romance): A Billionaire Biker Romance Read Free

or soft?”
    “Soft lenses, but find Peter. He’s tall, lanky, probably hanging out with the other PA’s, I mean personal assistants. They’re usually at the bar playing models and bottles.”
    She still hadn’t looked him full in the face. Teo cupped his hands over her shoulders. “Your eyes are burning and it’s my fault.”
    Of course, her distress brought out all the male protective reactions in him. Here was his chance to score points with a vulnerable female. He puffed his muscles, steered her into the changing room and shut the door.
    “I don’t like anyone poking their fingers in my eye except Peter,” she whined. “He does all my makeup.”
    Teo’s gut clenched, not liking this Peter already. “I wear contacts too, let me wash my hands.”
    She stood still while he washed his hands.
    “Open your eyes,” he coaxed her.
    “I can’t, they’re burning. I stuck my finger in and made it worse.”
    “Let me get it for you.” He feathered his fingers over her smooth skin and gently propped a lid open, but couldn’t get the swiping motion correct since he was only used to removing his own lenses. He also couldn’t help noticing her fine narrow eyes, very Japanese—and very, very alluring.
    She pushed his hand away. “Stop it. You poked my eye.”
    “I can get it, but only if I pretend it’s my own. Let me try. Stay still.” He was nowhere done with being a hero, especially if the damsel in distress was such a cutie.
    Carefully, he stepped behind her and rested her face on the side of his, then wrapped his arms around her.
    Yum. Her scent, a hint of coconut sunscreen with floral accents made him want to kiss her, but he’d better control himself and get that contact lens out. After earning her eternal gratitude, she would no doubt reward him.
    He could do it. Easy. With his left hand, he opened her eye and rubbed the soft lens gently with the middle finger of his right hand.
    “Where’s your case?” He could feel her heart fluttering and her breath tighten in small, nervous pants.
    “Just toss it. They’re disposables. Thanks.” She dabbed at her eye, blinking.
    “Okay, the other one. It’s hard to prop your eye open, let me know if it hurts.”
    The eyelid was so tight it kept slipping, and it was difficult to concentrate with the electricity arcing between them. She had to be feeling it too, the instant chemistry. Teo didn’t believe in love at first sight, but lust at first contact? Definitely. One more lens before the kissing started. Patience.
    He murmured reassuring sounds while enjoying the intimacy, trapping her cheek to cheek. After a few more tries, he was able to extract the second lens and toss it in the trash.
    Time for the reward. Heat crashed over Teo and he prepared himself for her gratitude. He’d be controlled at first, but before she could take the second breath and pull away, he’d turn her into his arms and kiss her senseless.
    “Thanks.” Her voice was small as she dabbed her eyes. “You can leave now.”
    Leave? That was it? He’d helped her, and she didn’t even care to ask his name?
    Teo wasn’t used to being dismissed by a woman, especially one who treated him like a servant. Did she know who he was, a MotoGP racer and the son of a Greek billionaire?
    Gently, he swept her hair from her face and tipped her chin to look at him. She lowered her gaze and sniffed, her lips trembling.
    So, she felt the attraction too. Good. Teo caressed her cheek. Her eyes were not heavily made up, and she had a freshness about her, an innocence that sparked his curiosity.
    The simple stud earrings she wore and her general lack of jewelry showed she was likely unemployed, a Hollywood hopeful. One of many graduates of fine arts programs who hoped to make it in the movies. A woman like her had no business being on the mean streets of Hollywood, going to casting calls only to find the casting couch awaiting her.
    Teo’s thumb slid across her lips. “Let me guess, you’re an