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

discuss just yet. This wasn’t exactly true, but it gave me a good excuse to spend time doing research on my own terms and get my editor off my back.
    The only thing I needed now was an idea. I was sure I could come up with something…
     
    I started by going back to the coffee shop, experimenting with some story starter ideas. I thought about club settings, bars, workplace romance, and every other cliché that was popular in the industry, but I just couldn’t seem to come up with a creative new twist on two people meeting, being instantly attracted to each other, and getting down and dirty.
     
    It was a little frustrating, and I quickly found myself doing more people-watching than actual writing. I told myself that I was waiting for what might be a prospective muse for a male lead, as men came in and out of the coffee shop. There were a few decent looking men who came in, but no one seemed quite right. Several guys were in a hurry, one was yelling into his cell phone about missing a project deadline, and the one I actually talked to turned out to be gay. The day seemed to drag on and on, with nothing of use being served up.
     
    Just when I started to pack up my laptop, I froze and stared at the doorway. For at that moment, my storybook character – the dreamboat I’d seen here the other morning – walked through the door. It was too weird to be a coincidence. I’d never seen him in this coffee shop for the three years I’d been coming here, and yet he suddenly now seemed to be showing up every time I turned around.  Of course, this was only the second time I saw him, and I was being a little melodramatic in feeling like he was everywhere.
     
    My second shock: he recognized me. As he passed my table, he turned slightly and gave a little mock salute. I jumped into frantic movement, knowing I needed to get out of there immediately. I grabbed my bag and practically ran out the door, not stopping to glance back.
     
    What was going on with me? I wasn’t sure, but something about the guy set me on edge, made me uneasy. All I knew was that right now, I didn’t want to be in the same zip code as him.
     
    Back at home I was able to relax, and I laughed at myself for my overreaction. I’d been irritated by my lack of productivity, and it had me turning into some sort of conspiracy theorist. That’s all it was. And tomorrow, I’d be able to move on and get some writing done.
    No biggie. Right?
     
    Trying to put a nail in that coffin and move on, I crashed down onto the couch and grabbed the remote. But no sooner had I sat down than my phone rang. I frowned, seeing it was Sam and not particularly wanting to answer it.
     
    Still, she’d gotten me through a rough assignment, and the least I could do was talk to her. With a deep breath to prepare myself, I hit the ‘talk’ button. “Hello?”
     
    “Hey, Tasha, how’s it going?” She was perky and energetic, like always.
     
    “Good,” I said non-committedly. “Other than the fact I haven’t done any writing today and don’t have any good ideas. How about you?”
     
    “Well, that’s actually why I called,” she replied. “There’s an event tonight, and I have a plus-one with no date. There’ll be lots of good-looking men there – actor types, you know? – and I thought maybe you’d want to come, find your next inspiration.”
    Not the invitation I’d expected, and it threw me off balance for a moment, forcing me to take a seat and consider what she’d said . “Really? That’s…um…thoughtful of you… you don’t think you’d feel weird going with me?”
     
    She laughed. “Of course not! Look, Tasha, we had our fun, but let’s get real. Neither of us really likes women, and once I’m done with this role, I’m turning straight again. You finished your story, so I figure you’re ready to get back in the game.”
     
    I couldn’t help but laugh at the logic, which was flawless. “Okay. So, tell me what I should wear.”
     
    The event