Punt: A British Bad Boy Football Romance by Vivian Wood Read Free Book Online Page B

least when she was in the house.
    They both knew Liam didn’t have a modest bone in his whole body.
    Before she could get too worked up, there was a knock at the front door. Audrey went and opened it, accepting a delivery of a whole rack of expensive garments.
    “I’m Lorrie. You’re Liam’s date?” the perky personal stylist asked.
    “That’s me, I guess,” Audrey said.
    “Lucky girl,” Lorrie said with a wink. “Let me just show you what I’ve brought…”
    Lorrie went through each garment with her, recommending a very classic Tom Ford tux for Liam. Then the stylist eyed Audrey for a minute.
    “You know… you have such a good figure…” she said, biting her lip. “I think I have to at least try to nudge you toward this Badgley Mischka number…”
    Lorrie unzipped a garment bag and pulled out the most stunning dress Audrey had ever seen. It was floor length black velvet and silk, with sheer black film covering the bust, shoulders, and arms.
    “Do you want me to wait for you to get ready so I can help you get into it?” Lorrie asked.
    “Um… no, I’m sure I can manage,” Audrey said.
    Lorrie didn’t look so certain, but she just nodded and said she’d be back to collect the other garments later.
    “Oh… and you’re probably going to need these,” Lorrie said, handing her a bag. “Nothing personal, everyone wears them.”
    Audrey peeped into the bag and found a variety of girdles, support hose, and several waist-cinching undergarments.
    “Ah… uh, thanks,” Audrey said.
    Brushing her fingers over the fitted velvet skirt, Audrey realized she was going to have to do some serious primping, and fast. But first, she should deliver Liam’s tux.
    Grabbing his bag, she headed to his room. She stopped at his doorway and peeped inside, wondering where to leave it.
    No Liam to be seen, though the light was on in his bathroom and she could hear the faint hiss of the shower running. A reminder that she needed to drop the suit and get going with her own beauty routine.
    She held out the suit, wondering where to put it. There wasn’t a good, safe spot to hang it…
    Laid out across the bed, then. She walked over and laid the bag down with the utmost care, not wanting to wrinkle anything. Then she realized he’d need a shirt to go with it, and wondered if she was supposed to lay that out, too.
    From the look of interest on Lorrie’s face when she talked about Liam, no doubt the personal stylist would have laid out more than a shirt for him.
    Audrey made a face and sighed. She wasn’t Lorrie, she was Audrey. Audrey wasn’t chasing anybody around, and Liam least of all.
    She turned on her heel, ready to leave, then made a strangled sound.
    Liam was standing in the bathroom doorway, dripping wet… and completely naked.
    Not just naked, but… aroused. And shockingly well-endowed, to boot.
    “I—” Audrey gasped, then spun around. “I was just leaving your tux! Why are you naked?”
    “Do you shower with clothes on?”
    She could hear Liam take a step toward her, and she felt her fingers begin to tremble.
    “I’m leaving!” she blurted out.
    “You don’t have to,” Liam said. She could hear the laughter in his voice, and it made her face burn.
    Not only was he a total man slut, but he was shameless .
    She fled his bedroom, breath hitching in her throat. By the time she’d grabbed her dress and slammed her own bedroom door shut, locking it behind her, her heart was nearly hammering out of her chest.
    She couldn’t get the image of Liam in the buff out of her head. He was nothing but a big column of sleek muscle, covered in a wild tangle of tattoos.
    And then there was his cock, which was… Well, Audrey hadn’t seen that many in her lifetime, but Liam’s certainly took the cake. Long, thick, and hard as a rock.
    She bit her lip, embarrassed at the way that heat pooled low in her body when she thought of Liam’s body like that. She was almost as bad as him!
    Trying to put it out of her mind,