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

coffee shop. It made me smile to see it. I flipped open my phone and dialed.
     
    “Hello, Paragon Talent Agents. Byron Maxwell speaking.”
     
    “Hey, Byron, it’s Tasha.”
     
    “Oh, hey Tash!” replied my agent friend. “What’s new?”
     
    I looked over at Samantha’s sleeping body. “Well, I was wondering… Are you looking for any new actresses?”
     
    I heard him smile on the other end. “I’m always looking for talent. Is she any good?”
     
    I couldn’t help but grin. “Oh, she’s good, real good.”
     
    As I hung up, Sam stretched next to me with a big yawn, reminding me of a kitten waking from a nap. “Who were you talking to?” she asked.
     
    “Someone who’s going to want to meet you,” I responded vaguely, finally crawling out from under the covers and pulling on a tank top and some shorts so I could go find some breakfast. I didn’t typically keep much real food on hand in the apartment, living the single life of a starving artist, but I had some oatmeal, Pop Tarts, and pancake mix – although unfortunately, no syrup.
     
    Sam plodded out of the bedroom shortly after me, wrapped in the blanket as though it were a towel. I’d almost forgotten she’d come in a dress and didn’t have a change of clothes. I would have offered her something to wear, but I doubted my clothes would fit. I wasn’t heavy at all, but where her body was so incredibly slim, I definitely had some curves on me.
     
    “I have some clothes in the top drawer you can borrow if you want,” I told her anyway. “And I don’t have much in the way of breakfast to offer you… so, Pop Tarts or oatmeal?”
     
    She shook her head, yawning again. “I don’t really eat breakfast, just coffee.” Shit. I spent so much time at the coffee shop that I’d never bothered to replace my coffee maker when it had finally given out. What kind of hostess was I? But then I had an idea, one that seemed strangely fitting.
     
    “Come on, then,” I told her. “Grab some clothes from my drawer, and I’ll take you out for coffee.”
     
    She smiled gratefully and disappeared back into the bedroom, coming out in a pair of corduroy shorts and a loose fitting tank top, looking so casually sexy that I could barely take my eyes off her. Distracted to the max, I had a hard time keeping my hands on the wheel and my eyes on the road, even if the coffee shop was only a few blocks away. I didn’t know what had come over me, considering we were just playing a role in all of this – weren’t we? – but I was suddenly more attracted to her than I’d been to anyone in a very long time.
     
    We stood in line behind several other people apparently trying to wake up, and I almost laughed at Sam’s drooping eyelids and her continuous yawns. The guy in front of us hit the front of the line and ordered, then turned to chuckle at her. He caught my eye and seemed to give me the slightest of winks, so that I wasn’t even sure he’d done it. He moved away from me in the next instant, before I could even register him fully. I frowned. He’d looked familiar, but I couldn’t place his face.
     
    I stepped up and motioned for Sam to order. “Hi!” she chirped. “I’ll have a venti white chocolate mocha in whole milk with extra crème and a shot of vanilla.”
     
    I rolled my eyes and shook my head at her. “One of the most complicated orders I’ve heard to date.”
     
    The barista suppressed a smirk. “The usual, Tasha?”
     
    I thought for a moment, almost saying yes, but then decided to try something different. “Let me have the same thing my friend is having. I’d like to branch out for once.”
     
    Now it was Sam’s turn to laugh. “Just to warn you, the sugar content in there is enough to send a small child to their grave. But it’s delicious, I promise.” I pushed her playfully, making her giggle, then paid and moved to wait at the end of the counter.
     
    The guy I’d seen was still waiting for his order, and I studied him