BreakingBeau by Chloe Cole Read Free Book Online

into the room, pulling her along with him. Music played
softly in the background and she smiled when she recognized the tune. I Only
Have Eyes For You by The Flamingos. One of her favorite oldies.
    “I love this song.”
    “I thought you might. Me too.”
    He took the key from her hand and laid it on the table.
“Would you like a glass of champagne?”
    “You got champagne?”
    “Yep. It’s a big night.”
    A nervous laugh bubbled past her lips, but his expression
was so genuine, it gave her pause.
    “I want to make this good for you. Special. So let me,
okay?”
    His words sent a sizzle down her spine and she nodded. “I’ll
have a glass.”
    “Why don’t you head on into the bathroom and I’ll bring it
in to you. I ran you a bubble bath. Thought the warm water and glass of wine
might relax you a little. What do you think?”
    “Are you coming in with me?” Now that she knew he wanted
her, she couldn’t wait to get her hands on him. She ached to feel the rush
she’d felt when he’d kissed her.
    His gaze burned into her and her pulse skittered. “I’ll do
anything you want me to.”
    Her mind whirled with possibilities. This was really going
to happen. And with Beau.
    She brushed a hand over his chest. “Meet me in the bathroom
in five minutes, okay?”
    “Try to stop me.”
    She slipped off her high heels and padded into the bathroom,
almost vibrating with excitement. If she wasn’t so nervous, she might have done
a jig.
     
    Beau snagged two glasses from the bar then popped the cork.
He was…happy. Not in the regular “I’m gonna get laid” kind of way, but
genuinely happy. Happy to see Gigi so excited. Happy to buy her champagne and
take a bath with her, spend the night with her.
    Don’t overthink it, man.
    He picked up the glasses and headed for the bathroom. The
door was ajar so he toed it open then stepped in.
    The candles he’d lit a little while earlier bathed the room
in soft light. Steam coated the mirror, and the light scent of vanilla
permeated the air. The giant tub took up the far wall and he held his breath as
he approached.
    Gigi had put her hair up in a loose pile. Her head was
tipped back, her eyes were closed and she had a soft smile on her face. Bubbles
covered her up to the creamy swell of her breasts and he found himself praying
she would sit up just an inch more so he could see her nipples.
    “Hey,” he called softly.
    Her eyes popped opened and the tub squeaked as she shifted.
“This place is unreal, Beau! Do you hear the music? The speakers are built into
the dang walls. And this tub? How am I ever going to go back to my shower stall
at home? This is so awesome.”
    He grinned at her excitement. “I’m glad you like it.” He
held out the flute of champagne and she took it with sudsy fingertips.
    “A night to remember,” he said and held his glass out.
    She echoed him and they drank. The crisp, icy liquid
exploded on his tongue and he sent a mental fist bump to the concierge who’d
recommended that particular bottle. When Gigi groaned her approval he vowed to
stop on the way out and give the guy another twenty.
    She set the champagne on the side of the tub and met his
gaze. “You getting in or what? Plenty of room, that’s for sure.”
    He nodded and as their eyes locked, for the first time,
nerves assailed him. He’d been with a lot of women, but if he’d ever been
someone’s first, he sure didn’t know about it.
    So don’t fuck it up.
    He set his glass down then gripped the hem of his t-shirt.
He yanked it over his head in one motion and tossed it to the floor. Gigi’s
gaze burned a path from his chest, over his abs, down to his fly. He’d been
living with an almost perpetual hard-on since their kiss and her unabashed
appreciation was killing him.
    His cock pulsed as he lifted a hand to his button-fly. Even
over the music, he could hear Gigi’s breath falter and that amped him even
more. He unbuttoned his pants and jerked them over his hips. Balancing on