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

actress.”
    “I hope to be.” Her voice squeaked like a mouse caught in a trap.
    “Recent grad?”
    She nodded. “I’ve been to a few open casting calls.”
    “I might have something for you.” Teo had resources. He could figure out a scheme to keep in touch with her. Not a problem with the oodles of cash he had.
    His heartbeat leapt, and he steadied his breathing. “Amanda Silver, the Hollywood talent agent who owns this house? Her grandson and I are best buds. They’re filming a reality show and I think you’re perfect for it.”
    “You’re serious?” Her bloodshot eyes shot wide open, well, as wide as possible given their slender kabuki-doll shape.
    “Yes, I can put in a good word for you.” Teo couldn’t help roving his eyes over her assets. She had an innocent beauty about her, definitely someone Oba-chan would approve of. A bit shy, fresh out of acting school, he’d bet she’d even know a few lines of Japanese. “What’s your name?”
    “Amy.” A smile slipped on her face. “Amy Suzuki.”
    Ah ha. She was interested in him. Her shy, demure smile was designed to entice him and give him confidence to chase her. Make him feel big and strong. And a name like Suzuki, the maker of the best motorcycles in the world? Perfect!
    He grasped the nape of her neck. “Now, for the audition.”
    Dipping his face toward her, he turned her head and swept his lips over hers.
    She gasped and tried drawing back, but he pressed his advantage at the shock that opened her mouth. Suavely, he slid his tongue across the seam for a taste. Spicy. Had she been sucking on Tabasco sauce? His pulse raced, and he dug his fingers into her hair and pulled her up to his height.
    Her arms were still stiff, fighting him, but her lips, oh, how sweet they were. She kissed him back, had to be, because a soft moan escaped her throat. And while he’d only meant to test her willingness, he was drawn deeper into her—her flowery, coconut scent swirling around him, her breath feathering between his teeth, and the slurping sounds of their lips suggesting other more heated sounds. A shot of lust ignited in his belly, and his arousal sprang alive.
    Holding her away from him so she couldn’t feel the evidence, he released her.
    Smack. Her petite palm delivered a stinging slap that whipped his head around.
    Shoving him aside, she grabbed the doorknob and opened the door. Her lips curled into a snarl. “You’re just like the rest of them, asshole.”
    “Wrong,” he shouted after her. “I’m Teo Alexiou. Look me up.”
    “In your dreams.”

Chapter 3
    Amy dabbed her eyes and bolted out of the cabana. Unbelievable how arrogant that man was. Just because she was an aspiring actress didn’t give him the green light to molest her. She wiped her lips, still tingling from the kiss that made her knees weak and her insides throbbing to fall at his feet.
    Granted he was a hunk, tanned, looking Latin or Mediterranean with slanted eyes suggesting Asian heritage, but what gave him the right to corral her into a lip lock after poking his body parts into hers? Cough. Okay, so it was only his fingertips into her eyes, and she was not turned on, not at all, despite the jumpy unsettled curl in her lower regions.
    Her cheeks flushed with anger, definitely not desire, Amy raced to the pool area looking for Peter, her ride home. As far as she was concerned, the party was over. Without her contacts, everything took on a shade of blur. Her makeup was a mess, thanks to that caveman Teo. What kind of name was that?
    Amy spotted said caveman swaggering from the cabana toward the sunroom past the pool. He’d pulled on a pair of sunglasses, and even though she couldn’t see his eyes, a tingle of excitement rushed through her veins at how close he’d been, cheek to cheek with his arm around her and his piquant male scent tempting her to lick and yes, fall at his feet.
    Snap! Not going there. Hollywood was full of fine male specimens, hot and yummy on the