His Dirty Author

a

plush conference room that’s going to be my prison for however long I hav

how gorgeo

immediately show my hard-on. Because that girl—Erin? — is exactly my type.

m. It’s like she’s trying very hard to make sure no one notices her body. B

ndred scenes featuring her and me in various positions. All of the

scenes are hot, but they don’t fit the book. And as infuriating as

this problem before. Then again, I’ve never had things in my life be like thi

sked me. We could have chosen one together. Not have a temptation wrapped in a cardigan th

me to move in at this point, the number of messages that I get. I’m exhausted, constantly anticipating

ht that it would get easier over time, but it hasn’t. It may neve

pensive even for someone like me. I need that delivery payment. I can’t get dropped by my publisher or agent and expect to be able to take care of m

e down on the table. They don’t pull out the stops here. China cups and carafe, delicate dishes for cream and su

one of the c

ld so deep that I don’t come out until the book is finished. If I have to cut off the nursing home for three wee

t even think that my dad

rns. It never seems to close lately. Ho

ford to go down the rabbit hole of my dad and how much I miss him. That trail

e time to study her. Short black high heels that aren’t quite high enough to scream ‘fuck me’ bu

e buttons everywhere to find the curves that she’s hiding underneath. But that’s

e. But I don’t want anyone writing my books for me. There’s nothing wrong

use

going to be able to get through this meeting if I’m thinking with my second br

a face, she marches in with gusto, then sits across from me and busies herself making a cup o

say, “tell me

you want

on bone china. If I let myself get this carried away, she might be a character in my next book. The one after this one. Woul

know why yo

a meeting with Michael, and he offered me this job about five minutes before you came walking through t

’t you? Just a baby writer that Michael took a chance on with no tru

She does have ambition, and she doesn’t

omething unde

was

ng on Broadway with the way you’ve created an act that makes you seem kind and

east she has a little spi

ince Michael is determined for you to have a ghostwr

t you’re doing th

e. “We’re not all Malik Ellis rolling around in seve

it’s lucky that I already own it, given my current financial situation. Inst

s you to take whatever I give you and make it yours, so it’s not re

h the table. “Well,” I say, “since it seems like I’m not easily

r

ok and pen. I’m going to nee

ooking me up and down and making sure to touch every part of me. I desperately try to ig

supposed to

ool helped pick it out. And I’m not going to

his lips. “It means that I th

react, Erin. Don’t do it. He’s ju

be f

u’re inexperienced, then writing some o

book by its cover, Mr. Ellis, you shouldn’t take all of your cues from someone’s clo

innocent vibe from you. Perfect schoolgi

say through g

wide. “

The words fly out of me. “I don’t know if that proves I’m not a prude, but even if I

to a surprised smi

ully exasperate

ou lik

are known for being dirty. Scratch that. They’re downright filthy. And I’ve loved every second of them. But admitting i

we have to work together. I c

e a fav

o matter how much of an ass he’s being, he’s still the pa

a favorite. I can s

ize that there’s none left. Fuck. “Vicio