Free Roaring Hot! (Contemporary Romance): A Billionaire Biker Romance by Rachelle Ayala Page A

cameraman swung just in time to capture two masked men barging into the salon. One waved a red rose in front of Amy while the other strummed his guitar.
    “It is I, Ronaldo,” the man with the rose said, kneeling. “I’ve heard from reliable sources you are not ‘into’ Teo, that you’ve been pining over me. You ditched Teo last night, refused to ride with him, and yawned at his stories. Say the word, and I’ll be the racer you romance next.”
    What kind of game was he playing? Was this a trick question where if she answered wrong, she’d be on her way home? Hadn’t she played the part of Teo’s girlfriend well enough? Or was this one of the complications all reality shows had?
    Amy’s pulse jumped. What should she do? She couldn’t afford to be sent home now. Stick to Teo or make a try for Ronaldo?
    She glanced at Teo. His face was as stone except for the vein pulsing at his temple. Too strange. It was almost as if he really cared.
    “My lady?” Ronaldo smothered her hand with a kiss. “Take my rose, and Teo’s off the show. I’ll meet you in Germany in two weeks.” Ronaldo twirled the rose in her face while the guitarist strummed a jumble of clashing notes.
    “What happens if I don’t?” Amy’s hand found Teo’s under the table. She had enjoyed his company. Besides, there was something about Teo that intrigued her, a pervasive sadness underneath his arrogant bravado. Frankly, she couldn’t see herself saying goodbye to him. Not now, at least.
    “Then you must tell me one thing you like about him,” Ronaldo replied.
    So, this was a test. She squeezed Teo’s hand. Looking into his eyes, she said the first thing that came into her mind.
    “I like a man who doesn’t flinch.”
    He reeled her in, without blinking, and their foreheads touched, then the tips of their noses. Amy moved first, tilting her face to capture his lips. Sure enough, no flinching.
    His lips met hers straight on, his mouth already open. She pressed in, tasting the tang of chocolate and peppermint they’d shared before the interruption. She ran her tongue around the rim of his mouth, breathing him in. He was relaxed, waiting for her, unlike the other times they’d kissed.
    She rather liked taking control. Sucking on his luscious lower lip, she dug her nails into the back of his neck. It was like spurring a horse. With a throaty groan, Teo turned his head and jockeyed his tongue into her mouth. Sinful, sexy, and demanding.
    A powerful rush swooshed over her entire body. Heat raged in her belly, her breasts ached to be touched, and her tongue matched his stroke for stroke. What was going on? She’d never been kissed like this before, or rather let herself kiss a man so passionately.
    Panting for breath, she caressed his stubbly jaw and leaned back, bringing his eyes open. The intense darkness of his irises, focused, seductive, tempting, shot daggers into her heart. He wanted her, and it pained him. There was no mistaking the flicker of agony before the carefree mask smoothed his face.
    He tapped her nose and grinned. “Two weeks, sweetie. I’ll see you in Germany.”

Chapter 9
    “Twenty thousand dollars.” Amy waved the check in front of Peter, her apartment mate and best buddy. “While I was gone, did you line up any auditions?”
    She was back in Los Angeles, after a rather successful shooting of Romancing the Racer . She had a little less than two weeks before the next session in Germany.
    “You’ve a full schedule for walk-on roles, and a couple of TV dramas.” Peter, her self-styled agent, swiped at the check, but Amy tucked it behind her back.
    She sauntered to the ratty old couch and flopped on it. “After I pay off the back rent and give you your cut, we might be able to buy new furniture.”
    “First, let’s do a wardrobe check.” Peter lugged her suitcases to her room.
    “Can you believe they let me keep the jeweled gown?” Amy said, following him. “I really captured Teo’s eye with that