Brock: A Bad Boy Romance by Amy Kyle Read Free Book Online Page B

wig and sunglasses.
    Charlie Connor would never recognize her.
    What should have been a ten-minute drive took half an hour. She texted an update to Lizzie as she pulled into the private drive and gave her information to security. The wind caught her unexpectedly as she pulled the food out of her car, and she frowned and pulled her shirt back down. Finally, she was ringing his doorbell.
    “Come in,” the voice grunted over the intercom. The door buzzed, and she heard it unlock. “Put it in the kitchen.”
    Inwardly sighing, she hooked the door handle with her elbow and pushed down as she stumbled into the condo. “Towney Catering,” she called out. No one answered her.
    “Rude,” she muttered as she pulled the food through the living room and into the kitchen. Quickly, she pulled out the containers and set them on the counter. After placing the beer in the refrigeration, she shut the door and turned to leave.
    He had appeared out of nowhere and was casually leaning against the counter. With a shriek, she stumbled back. Jesus. He was naked.
    Damn. She’d never seen him in person, and it was clear that his pictures didn’t do him justice.
    His thick and dark hair looked like he’d just run his hands through it, and those piercing blue eyes made her heart skip a beat. Combined with his dark skin, his five o-clock shadow, and the six-pack he didn’t seem embarrassed about sharing, he looked like something out of a magazine.
    And Gemma should know since she’d graced the cover of more than a dozen of them.
    “Towney Catering,” she said dumbly. Her tongue seemed too thick to actually formulate words, and she flushed with embarrassment. She’d had the attentions of countless sexy men, so why would this one be any different?
    “I gathered from your shirt,” he said with a smirk. “Although I’m a little concerned about the wig and the fact that you’re wearing sunglasses inside.”
    Her arms shot up to her wig, and she realized that the wind had blown it askew. He looked relaxed, but his eyes were intense. It was possible that he was going to call the cops any minute. Lizzie would kill her.
    “Sorry about that,” she said as she slowly pulled the wig off and removed her sunglasses. “I was doing a favor for a friend.”
    “You’re Gemma Darling,” he said in a startled voice. He moved around the counter, and she tried hard not to gasp. But he was wearing a pair of boxers, and for a moment, she didn’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed
    “Lizzie is a friend of mine. Sorry, Elizabeth Towney. Anyways, I think everything is in order here. I’ll just be on my way.” Gemma stepped back nervously as he moved into the kitchen.
    “Is this your only delivery?” he said in a low voice as he advanced on her.
    “Yes,” she whispered as she backed into the wall. What was he doing?
    With a knowing grin, he turned and began popping the lids off the containers. She felt a sharp jolt of irritation. He knew just how he was affecting her, and he was playing with her. “Then you can stay and join me for dinner.”
    “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
    “It’s my birthday. You would tell a man no on his birthday?”
    “I would tell a stranger no any day of the year,” she snapped as she edged around the counter.
    “It’s just dinner,” he said with a smile. “Besides, I thought the catering order came with hands-on service.”
    Gemma frowned. Lizzie never said anything about that. She didn’t want to do anything to ruin her friend’s reputation. “I suppose I could plate it for you,” she said softly.
    “Excellent!” Charlie said with a smile. “I’ll take my dinner in the living room. And please, I ordered enough for two. Join me. They’ll be a handsome tip in it for you.”
    He didn’t even give her a chance to respond as he left the kitchen. Grumbling to herself, she began to go through his cabinets and pull down dishes. She desperately needed any of the money she could get, but she