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

outside, but rotten to the core. Everyone was searching, grasping for that next big chance, ready to step over and onto anyone. Add the sleaze who preyed on newbies, and the waters were positively too dangerous to swim in.
    Amy draped a beach towel over her shoulders and wandered to the covered bar made to look like a tiki hut. Peter would be hanging around the models and their makeup consultants, trying to score tips.
    She narrowed her eyes at the glistening tanned bodies on display. Racks and racks of breasts, legs, and pierced belly buttons. She didn’t dare parade herself in front of the rows of men idling in the lounge chairs in case another self-important jerk tried to molest her.
    Too bad Teo was a waste of a handsome face. He’d been about to introduce her to someone important, but that had only been a pretext. It wasn’t as if she was against kissing a stranger. She’d done it plenty of times on screen, but she’d preferred to be asked, or wooed or at least not be ambushed. Sheesh.
    Not finding Peter, Amy got herself a drink so as not to look out of place, and parked herself on a chaise lounge under an umbrella near a group of middle-aged women. From there, she could observe the pool and the patio as well as the sunroom attached to the main house.
    A half hour later, Peter walked out of the sunroom and raised his hand for a high-five.
    “You’re not going to believe this, but I might have scored a deal for you.”
    Amy pulled off her sunglasses to stare at him. “Really? That’s awesome.”
    Peter froze and peered at her face. “What happened to all the makeup I put on you? And your eyes are red. You look like a drunk or a preschooler with pinkeye. Yuck! What are you going to do about the audition? He wants to check you out right now at the party.”
    “Can we take a rain check?” Amy blinked her irritated eyes. “I can’t even think right now, my eyes are burning. I had to remove my contacts because I got sunscreen in them.”
    “Rain check? Are you kidding? This is Amanda Silver’s grandson we’re talking about. Can’t you dip your head in the pool and rinse your eyes out?”
    “And his name? It’s not Teo is it?”
    “No, who’s Teo? Ronaldo Silver’s going to be handling the casting. This is a big opportunity. He’s talking one hundred grand for three months.”
    Amy’s jaw popped to the floor. “One hundred grand for three months. What’s the name of the show?”
    “High concept. Documentary. You go on the road with a bunch of motorcycle racers.”
    “And do what?” Amy’s bullshit detector clanged like a firehouse bell. “Drape myself over their bikes and look slutty? No thank you.”
    She gathered her things and walked toward the gate.
    Peter grabbed her arm. “You’re not walking away from a hundred grand. At least speak to the guy.”
    “I’m not arm candy. Is this a meaningful documentary or reality trash?”
    Peter whistled, throwing his arms up and down. “With your eyes redder than a poisoned apple, you’re not getting a part unless it’s for a zombie bride. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m footing your rent?”
    “If you’re so eager to get rid of me, I’ll move out.” Not that she had anywhere to go but home. But after getting manhandled by the likes of Teo, Amy wasn’t about to get auditioned by any of the men at this party. What if they were just like Teo?
    “Calm down, will you?” Peter put his arm around her shoulder. “It can’t hurt to talk to Ronaldo. Besides, there are probably other actresses vying for the spot.”
    Peter was right. She had to at least consider the one hundred grand. Since she graduated from USC without a job, her parents had cut off funding her apartment. They wanted her to move back home and work in her father’s medical office as a receptionist.
    “Fine, but do you think I’ll be okay with these bloodshot eyes?” Amy fumbled through her purse for her compact. “You brought my headshots, right?”
    Peter took a folder