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

large boned woman with wooden clogs kicking her butt. She was sure the catfights would be staged. All reality shows degenerated into drama and angst, and she wouldn’t be surprised if something were to go wrong in the first episode.
    As soon as Amy appeared at the door of the plane, video cameras and microphones were shoved in her face.
    “How do you propose to win over the most elusive man on the circuit?”
    “What talents will you use to get his attention?”
    “Any secrets on being an unforgettable lover?”
    “Are you ready to find true love?”
    Amy hadn’t been instructed to answer any of these impromptu questions. They were designed to appear as paparazzi harassment. She flipped on her oversized sunglasses and smiled demurely. Head held high, she strutted to the awaiting limo.
    The last reporter chased after her. “Amy Suzuki, were you chosen because of your ethnicity? Will there a surprise proposal at the race in Japan?”
    Amy slammed her heels to a stop and lowered her glasses. “Were you chosen because of your stupidity? Japan makes the best bikes in the world. Why ride anything else?”
    She entered the limo among the howls and hoots of the reporters and film crew.
    “That was a great comeback,” Mia Fairbanks, her handler and advisor, said.
    Amy gasped, almost choking. Mia was nothing like she’d pictured when she was only a voice or text message on the phone. For one thing, she looked a lot younger than she sounded. She was also black, well pierced and tatted, and her hair was woven into hundreds of Medusa like strands. But what really stood out was the bright and clashing clothes, jumbles of jewelry, and makeup: every saturated color on the color wheel.
    Amy hugged her. “How cool to finally meet you.”
    “Same here.” Mia bounced up and down on the limousine seat, her bracelets tinkling. “This is going to be so much fun. Girl, we’re going to snag you one of those racer guys.”
    Mia seemed to be on stage already, acting as if Amy were really interested in grooming Ronaldo Silver for the marriage altar.
    “Yep, it’s all about entertainment.” Amy stretched her suit skirt over her knees and fastened her seatbelt.
    Mia laughed. “I’ve never seen anyone wear a seatbelt in a limo.”
    “When your father’s a doctor, you don’t get away without wearing a seatbelt.” Amy unsnapped it. “I’m surprised he didn’t make us wear crash helmets in our car seats.”
    “Woohoo! Live dangerously.” Mia opened the tiny refrigerator as the car rolled out of the airport. “Wine, champagne?”
    “Nothing right now.” Amy extracted her electronic tablet from her purse. “Let’s go over the first date logistics.”
    “Oh, we have plenty of time. The guys don’t party much before the race. They spend their time relaxing and resting. The races are stressful and very dangerous, so any bit of inattention could cause a crash. Tonight’s affair is a simple dinner at one of the sponsor’s mansion. But the after race date is all yours. He’ll go gaga on the romantic trip you planned for Amsterdam, a boat ride on the canals.”
    “Uh, sure, Mia. You did most of the setup. But thanks. Knowing these reality shows, he’s going to be itching to get away from me. Probably want to hit the casinos instead of puttering around in a canal boat.”
    “Not after he sees what you’re wearing tonight,” Mia said. “Tomorrow’s the qualifying rounds, so you’ll get to meet some of the diehard motoheads, or GP racing addicts, to bone up on your vocabulary. Are you nervous?”
    Amy scrunched her nose at the colorful woman assigned to be her best friend, confidant, consultant, and most importantly, logistics handler. Any more excitement and she’d explode like psychedelic pop rocks in root beer.
    “Not more than usual before I go on stage,” Amy said.
    Mia clasped her hands in front of her chest. “This could be real. You could fall in love.”
    “Uhm, Mia, are there hidden cameras in here? Are we