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BreakingBeau

Breaking Beau

Chloe Cole

 

Book two in the Rock Hard series.

 

When Rex and Quinn hire a chef to come on tour with the band,
Beau Trudeau finds a welcome distraction in quirky Gigi Somerville. She’s not
his type at all, but she’s fun to have around, and she’s sort of growing on
him…

If Gigi wants to start the business she’s worked so hard
for, she needs something big to happen. When the members of Hank Lemon and the
Law contact her to cook for them during their summer concert tour, she’s
elated. Not only is this a dream opportunity, when she meets Beau Trudeau, she
realizes she can kill two birds with one stone. He’s the perfect guy to foist
her unwanted virginity upon before she has to go back to the real world and
fifteen-hour workdays. He’s scorching hot but, even better, he has no interest
in a relationship. In fact, he’s so perfectly wrong for her, there’s
no
chance
of her actually falling for him…

 

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Breaking Beau

 

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Breaking Beau Copyright © 2011 Chloe Cole

 

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Electronic book publication December 2011

 

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Breaking Beau

Chloe Cole

Dedication

 

For Aunt Helen, who read my books, dirty parts and
all, at the age of eighty-five, because she loved me.

I miss you.

 

Chapter One

 

“And this last dish is called Chicken Italiano. It’s organic
chicken breast with olive oil, chicken stock, roasted red peppers, hot cherry
peppers, onions, garlic and red bliss potatoes.”

Gigi set the plates in front of Rex and Quinn then stepped
back. She tried not to stare at them as they ate, but it wasn’t easy. This job
meant everything to her. If they hired her to be their personal chef on the
road, her dream of launching Some Like It Hot catering would finally become a
reality.

If they didn’t? It’d be another year or more before she
could secure the loans she needed to move forward, and that was if she even got
approved. She clenched her hands together to keep them from shaking.

Relief swamped her as, for the fourth time in less than an
hour, Rex groaned as he swallowed the first bite.

“How can it be healthy and that good? I still can’t believe
you managed to make this kind of stuff in that tiny little kitchen,” he said
with a shake of his head.

Quinn chimed in with a sigh of pleasure as she set her fork
down. “If we didn’t still have desserts to get through, I would totally gobble
down this whole plate.”

Rex chuckled and reached out to pat her rounded belly. “Hey,
if my boy’s hungry, I say feed him as much as he wants.”

She let out a snort. “Yeah. If I do that for the next three
months I’ll never get back into my real stage clothes.”

“I think your maternity clothes look great on you.”

“Well, what looks cute when you’re six months pregnant
doesn’t look so cute once you’ve given birth. Come on, Rex, the whole reason we
wanted Gigi to come in is so that I can eat healthy for the baby while we’re on
the road. Don’t encourage me to be a glutton!”

Gigi watched their interaction with a pang. They were an
amazing-looking couple. Rex was dark and a total bad boy, complete with tattoos
and a faux hawk. He had this brooding air about him, until he looked at his
wife. Then he lit up as if he was the happiest guy in the world.

She shifted her gaze to Quinn. Rex was right, she did look
great in her maternity clothes. She wore a stylish baby-doll dress in black
with white stripes. It was short enough to show off long, toned legs that any
woman would envy. Her black hair was adorable in a pixie style.

Gigi quelled the urge to run a hand over her own sloppy
up-do and wipe the flour off her apron. It wouldn’t matter anyway. With or
without the trappings, she would never look like Quinn Myles.

She watched as husband and wife bonded over their baby,
Quinn pressing a hand over Rex’s as they tried to get their son to kick. They
were obviously crazy about each other.

What would it feel like to have someone look at her that
way? As if she was the most important thing in the world to him?

Didn’t matter, she reminded herself. After more than a
decade of busting her ass, she was within arm’s reach of her dream. She wasn’t
going to get distracted now with silly notions of romance. She needed to stay
focused on what was important—getting these potential clients to love her and
her food so she could make her dream a reality.

“I’ll take these away and get the desserts lined up. And by
the way, I brought some carryout containers with me. I’ll pack the leftovers up
so you can heat them up later if you’re hungry.”

“Did I hear leftovers?” a silky voice drawled.

Gigi set down the dishes on the countertop and turned to
face the newcomer with a smile. Her smile froze in place as she tried to keep
from keeling over. A towering Adonis with honey-blond curls had just stepped
into the miniscule kitchen of the tour bus.

“Howdy, ma’am. Beau Trudeau.” He stepped closer and held out
his big hand.

She swallowed hard and tried to find her voice. “Gigi
Somerville. Nice to meet you.” Her hand was dwarfed by his and she tried to
ignore the sizzle that snaked up her arm at his touch.

“Gigi catered that benefit Rex and I went to last month with
the amazing crab dip. She’s considering coming on the road with us for the next
couple weeks so it’ll be easier for me to eat healthy while we do this last set
of shows.”

“Like I told you before, I think it sounds like a great
idea, darlin’. You need to take care of yourself and my little godson.”

He gazed at Quinn and Rex and for a second it seemed as if a
dark cloud passed over his features before his face cleared and that infectious
grin returned, dimple and all. “Besides, I assume I’ll reap the benefits? We’re
a package deal, after all.” He aimed his smile at Gigi this time and her mouth
went dry.

She wet her lips and his eyes followed the path of her
tongue. Crap, what had she been about to say?

“Of course,” Quinn said. “She’d be cooking for all of us,
both buses, crew included. Just dinners though, breakfast and lunch we’re on
our own and we have to stay out of her way in the afternoons so she can get
around the kitchen. You’re still cool with sharing the Man Bus? And…curtailing
your activities for the next couple weeks?” She gave him a pointed look.

“I can handle anything for two weeks. Besides, maybe a break
would be good. I could take up needlepoint or something.”

Gigi’s cheeks grew warm. As far as his “activities”, it
didn’t take a genius to figure out they meant sex. She’d known the job would
entail staying on a tour bus with some of the guys, but she hadn’t known one of
them would look like
this
guy. Not that it would have made any
difference. She had no choice but to take the job if they offered it. Having a
gorgeous, horny guy living next to her while she did it would just make things
a little less relaxed. She’d manage.

Quinn and Rex exchanged a look. “We might as well make it
official,” Quinn said. “Gigi, we don’t need to taste dessert to decide. We’d
love you to be our chef for the next month, if you’ll have us. We’re a little
rough around the edges, but I promise, you won’t find more appreciative
customers. We love food and rarely get the home-cooked variety, so you’ll be
treated like a queen here.”

Tears of joy and relief sprang to her eyes and she blinked
them back. “I accept and I can’t wait to start. Shall we celebrate with some
fresh berry tart?”

Everyone began chattering as she passed out the small
dessert plates. This was it. The pay from this gig and the cache that came
along with being the chef to a relatively high-profile client was exactly what
she needed to start her business. Maybe Rex and Quinn would even like her
enough to recommend her to others.

Now all she needed to do was not screw things up by drooling
all over their band-mate. Piece of cake.

* * * * *

Beau kept his eyes trained on the new chef as she bustled
around the kitchen passing out plates and making small talk. They’d called the
crew in to help polish off the desserts and celebrate their upcoming fast-food
moratorium. Everyone was in great spirits and he had to admit, as he forked up
the last bite of banana cream pie, she was a damn good cook. For him to say so
was something too. He’d grown up on his mama’s food and she was about the best
cook he knew.

He briefly contemplated licking his plate, but reconsidered.
She hadn’t gotten to the formality of signing the contract, better not to scare
her away by acting like a Neanderthal. Yet.

He set his dish in the sink and leaned his back against the
counter as he watched her work the crowded room. She was a bundle of energy,
flitting this way and that, hell-bent on making sure everyone had enough of
everything. A natural nurturer. His cock twitched as he wondered if that
nurture carried over into the bedroom. Not that she was his type at all. Her
hair was a sort of nondescript light brown and sat in a haphazard pile on top
of her head. A semi-frumpy figure was shrouded in a serviceable apron with
little red cherries on it. Under that she wore baggy jeans and a blue polo shirt.
If he had to put a name to the look, he would’ve dubbed it “Frazzled
Soccer-Mom”.

Not that there was anything wrong with moms. Jesus, he only
had to look at Quinn to remind himself of that fact. She looked beautiful in
her little dress and the glow of pregnancy only made her look better. The
purple lock of hair that usually hung over her eye was now black since she
couldn’t dye it until the baby was born. It made her look softer somehow.

At that moment, she tossed her head back and laughed at
something Rex said and Beau pinched his eyes closed to shut out the view. He
was long past any romantic feelings for her, but something about seeing her and
Rex together made him feel empty inside…as if he was missing something. Despite
the revolving door of female companionship, he was never more aware of his
dissatisfaction than when he looked at the two of them together.

They were happy, he reminded himself. And he was happy for
them. No reason to be a hater.

He turned his attention back to Holly Hobby as she plucked a
fat raspberry off one of the tarts and popped it into her mouth. It was the
same color as her full lips and Beau had the sudden desire to see if those full
lips would be as sweet. Must be thoughts of the impending dry spell getting to
him.

Almost as if she read his thoughts, her gaze flickered to
his. Her cheeks flushed and he grinned his easy, good-old-boy grin. She’d
seemed nervous around him from the get-go. Was she just shy, or was she
star-struck? Either way, it was a welcome change from the usual aggressive
style of the groupies he was used to. Who knew, maybe they could be friends?
Might be nice to have a woman to talk to who wasn’t Quinn. Plus, a little
flirting and maybe he could talk her into making some fried chicken and greens,
bring a little of the South to the Man Bus.

“What’s my name, Skip or something? How come nobody told me
about a party?”

Beau turned to face the newest member of their band. Up
until last year, they’d managed as a three-piece, but with their popularity
growing and their desire to make more layered, complex music, they’d taken the
leap and gotten a bass player. Enter Tai-Nan Jose Rivera. He was a great
addition to the group and was slowly becoming part of the family. It was nice
to have someone back in the Man Bus with him now that Rex had moved into
Quinn’s bus. It wasn’t that he was lonely, there were too many people around
for that. It was just nice to have someone to bullshit with after a gig again
who didn’t want him to sign their tits.

The only thing about Tai was that he wasn’t down with the
ladies all that much. Although the ladies were extremely down with him.
Half-Korean and half-Puerto Rican, his dark, exotic looks drew them in droves.
That was fine with Beau, because he had more than he could handle now that Rex
had defected. But in spite of numerous invitations, Tai had yet to hook up. He
insisted he didn’t have a girlfriend back home, and he wasn’t gay, so Beau
wasn’t sure what the problem was. Turning away women night after night took a
kind of discipline he just couldn’t get his head around.

He held up a hand at Tai. “Don’t blame me. I didn’t know
there was going to be food, I just got here.”

Quinn and Rex came over and brought Gigi with them. “Gigi’s
our new chef. She’ll be bunking with you guys for the next couple weeks since
my bus only has the one room. No worries, though, Beau’s going to take the
couch,” Quinn said, then stuck her tongue out at Beau.

Two weeks on the couch for a good, home-cooked meal every
night was a fair tradeoff so he nodded. “Can do.”

“Nice to meet you, Tai.” Gigi smiled and shook his hand,
then immediately moved away to make him a plate.

Beau followed Gigi’s path with his gaze, compelled to watch
her but clueless as to why.

“This is going to be interesting,” Tai predicted in the slow,
thoughtful voice he used so often. Beau couldn’t shake the feeling that Tai was
right.

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