Rock Your Body: A BWWM Romance Read Online Free PDF

arm. Part of her wanted to see more of it. Ink was fascinating, not that she’d had any notion of getting one herself.
    No, her dark skin would obscure it. Why pay the money?
    She went back to her screen. He could stand there all he wanted. She had background checks to do. She could use her phone as a hotspot until she received the password from the landlord.
    He still hadn’t moved a minute later.
    “Can I help you with something?”
    “What made you so hard?”
    “Hard?”
    What was he talking about? She wasn’t hard. Serious , maybe . She liked to have fun, but right now she was on the job.
    “Yes, hard. You don’t laugh. You don’t smile.”
    “My business is serious. I’ve seen what stalkers can do to their victims so I’m taking your threats very seriously. Should I think they are funny?”
    “No, but does Tamra ever let down her hair?”
    She thought of that for a moment. This wasn’t any of his business. “What does it matter what I do on my off days?”
    “Just curious. You’re learning so much about me I’m just hoping for something in return.”
    “What you are getting in return is security. Peace of mind. I’m your employee in a sense. Not your friend.”
    “I see.”
    “Do you?”
    She shifted to look at him. He hadn’t move, his dark blue eyes piercing into her. His hair was dark and rumpled as if he’d been asleep.
    “I’m beginning to.”
    “I’m sure you are used to women throwing themselves at your feet but I’m not one of those.”
    “That may make you more attractive.”
    She cleared her throat. Time to nip this in the bud. “That charm won’t work on me.”
    He put a hand to his well-muscled chest. Well, it looked nicely muscled through his t-shirt.  “Ouch. I guess I’ll go pound sand.”
    “Whatever you want. I have work to do here.”
    “You want popcorn?”
    Her head spun at the sudden change of subject. “I’m not hungry. Thank you.”
     
    *
    Colin didn’t move, but Tamra turned back to her laptop. He pushed off the wall he’d been leaning against and moved to the refrigerator. “You sure? I’m making some. Hard to resist once you smell that butter.”
    “I’m sure I can.”
    Her fingers clicked over the keys faster than Colin had ever seen anyone’s move. He could dance his fingers across a piano or the strings of guitar, but the computer keyboard was tougher for him.
    His studio called to him. He had to listen and decide if he was going to keep what he’d recorded today. The musicians had been fired but they’d been paid for the time. They may not get credit on the song, but they wouldn’t for sure if he threw out the audio. But that would put him at least a day behind.
    And now this beautiful, mocha distraction in front of him wasn’t helping. He’d never had a type. All women were amazing to him. Soft and warm and at his beck and call. This woman was tough and hard and certainly not falling for his charms.
    He put a pot on the stove, put oil in the bottom and began to heat it. Pulling butter out of the refrigerator he emptied half the stick into smaller pot and put a small flame under it to melt it. Then he poured the popcorn into the other pot and placed the lid on it.
    When he glanced over his shoulder at her, she was watching him. She didn’t flinch or pretend she wasn’t. She didn’t go back to looking at her computer as if she’d been doing it all along.
    She just moved her gaze from him back to her screen. As if she meant to be staring at him. Was she checking out his ass? He’d been told more than once he had a nice one.
    He turned back to the pot as the popcorn began to pop. He shook the pot once and then checked on the butter. That was done so he turned off the burner. The popcorn finished popping in a flurry of noise. Not unlike an orgasm with a few aftershocks for good measure.
    Why the hell did he think of it that way?
    Probably because there was a sexy woman in the kitchen. She had strength and confidence and she had no idea she