The Girl Who Wrote Erotica, Book One: The Method (Contemporary Romance) Read Online Free Page A

out of my peripheral vision. Short, dark hair, spiked up messily. Five o’clock shadow rising over a strong jaw. Aristocratic nose; blue-green eyes; perfect skin. He was tall, probably six-foot-two or so. He looked so damn familiar, yet I couldn’t place him…
     
    And suddenly, it popped into my head. No, I hadn’t seen him before, at least not in real life.
     
    But he’d been in my head.
     
    About six months ago, I’d had an escapade with a young man who was an excellent lover – but in the looks department, he hadn’t been quite the erotic hero most women wanted to read about. So, while I’d done my usual method of turning my experience into a reader’s pleasure, I’d taken some, shall we say, creative liberties in describing the male character.
     
    And the male lead I’d described – the guy I’d pictured in my mind – was summed up, to a T, by the guy now standing in front of me. It was all there: the scruff, the chiseled body. And most of all, he had this allure about him, something indescribable, but essential nonetheless. It was more than just mere confidence. It was beyond that. He looked… dangerous. I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
     
    He seemed to squirm a little, but I didn’t think he knew I was scrutinizing him. I was pretty discreet… unless I wanted to be noticed. And right now, I totally didn’t. I had a project to complete, and it didn’t involve finding a man to hold me at night. I was standing next to my current research project already, and I wasn’t interested in anything else.
     
    Besides, I slept with men to create characters, not because they looked like a character I’d already written about.
     
    Creepy, I decided . I turned quickly away from him, wanting to derail this train of thought as fast as possible. I turned back to Sam, to see if she’d noticed anything, but she was busy checking her phone. The confident, sexually forward woman I’d met last night seemed to have completely disappeared, replaced once again by the naïve-seeming young girl I was used to.
     
    Once we’d collected our coffee orders, we headed back to my place. We had an uneventful breakfast, and Sam left quickly after that. We both seemed to sense that while last night had been great, it wasn’t something that was meant to continue. We’d had our fun, explored our boundaries a little, and that was that. But still, we had a new sense of affection and closeness to each other that I typically only felt with very close friends.
     
    The truth was, I felt protective of Sam, and I wanted to do what I could to make sure this city didn’t swallow her up.
     
    I told her I’d call her as soon as I heard back on meeting with her new agent, and she kissed me on the cheek and drove away. It was time to get down to business. I had a lot of writing to do…
     

Chapter 4: The Conquest
     
    It took me a full two weeks to finish the project, but when I handed it over to the editor, she gushed about my brilliant work. I was just glad to have it out of my hands, even though I had begun to realize that women could be attractive. In fact, after setting Sam up and getting her signed with Paragon, we’d seen each other twice, repeating our phenomenal sexual encounter and honing our skills. I’d used that to fuel the story, taking advantage of the first-hand knowledge I’d gained from the experience.
     
    But I wasn’t sure I wanted to continue on that path. I really liked Sam, but for the sake of our friendship, we needed to break off the romantic stuff – and that meant sexual things too. Things were in danger of getting too messy otherwise, and with my lifestyle, attachment tended to be bad news.
     
    So, I decided to taper things off with her, and move onto my next project as soon as possible. I told my editor I wasn’t up for another lesbian story, no matter how well I’d pulled it off the first time, and that I had some ideas for a new story – something different, something I didn’t want to