Her mind went to her sister, the most brutally honest person she knew, but helpful as her feedback might have been, it wasn’t an option; that would mean telling Helene that she was writing erotic romance, and well, that wasn’t part of the plan.Then there were her friends, but as much as she loved each and every one of the crazy girls she hung out with, there was no way that they’d keep their mouths shut.
No one knew she was Cassandra Frank, and she liked it that way.She hadn’t even bothered coming up with an imaginative pen name because, in all honesty, no one would ever guess.Hell, most people she knew would be shocked if they thought she evenreadanything like it.
She couldn’t help smirking, picturing the shock written on her coworkers’ faces if they ever found out.
Unconsciously, her mind jumped from her colleagues to her boss’s boss’s boss.
“Yes, Mr.Harris.I love to write mommy porn in my spare time.”
She could only imagine his response.If it had been one of her stories, he would have found it incredibly sexy and demanded naughty favors in exchange for keeping her secret, but in reality, he would probably just fire her sorry ass.
Thankfully, he’d never find out.
Carter
Carter prided himself on knowing people; businessmen didn’t make it to his level without a good understanding of characters.
That’s why he’d stood there, completely unable to form a coherent thought, since he’d opened up the brown folder and looked down at what was most definitely not a contract between Harris Toys and Slade Technologies
“What the…” he’d whispered numbly, as he took in the title.Tame Me If You Can.He couldn’t finish his sentence out loud when he read the name of the author, scribed in bold letters underneath.
Cassandra Frank.He stared dumbly as he forced his brain to compute the simple information before his eyes.
Carter recalled every detail of his interaction with Cassie during her lunch hour.She’d been working on a stack of papers before helping out with the damn coffee maker; they must have mistakenly taken each other’s folder.
At that realization, the decent thing to do would have been to put the papers back in the folder and give it back to her the next day.He contemplated it for all of ten seconds before turning the page.
It was her fault; she shouldn’t have given her manuscript such an intriguing title.If she’d called it something girly and boring likeFlowers and Rainbows,he would have packed it up right away; butTame Me If You Cansounded… naughty.
Feeling quite justified, he started reading, intending to skim through to get an idea of the content.His plans were dashed from page one.Her writing was fun, lighthearted, downright hilarious in places.He found himself engrossed, fascinated by what was a crash course in the inner working of the other sex’s mind.
He’d said he didn’t know Cassie when Trick had poked him about her; these words written by her changed that.Now, he knew she was funny, sarcastic, and…
Naughty.
He really,reallyhadn’t expected the naughty part.
The plot of the story was straightforward; Amy was a poor, but gorgeous, girl about to lose her apartment because of a sudden increase in rent, and she went to give the new owner a piece of her mind.The man in question, an attractive billionaire, took a liking to the girl and thus started their torrid affair.
Carter was hard as a rock when he read about Amy wetting her finger with her tongue before stroking her inner lips and imagining Clark’s tongue on her.
“Jesus H.Christ!”he swore, suddenly painfully aware that the scene had been written byCassie Franklin.
The faceless Amy suddenly had dirty ash-blonde hair, a headband and a pouty lip with a pink gloss he didn’t care for as she masturbated in his mind.
He should have closed the book then, ignored he’d ever opened it in the first place.This was downright inappropriate…
He carried on.
One hour in, Carter was laughing his head off.Little Cassie was talented, and the words flew naturally, so she was an experienced writer, there was no denying it… But, that being said, she absolutelysuckedat writing BDSM.Every other feeling, situation, incident was realistic and well expressed.The bondage, though… It sounded painful, awkward, and just about anything but sexy.
Without thinking, he armed himself with sticky notes and a red pen, and started inserting little comments.She would probably be pissed that he’d invaded her privacy, but who cared, the girl needed all the help she could get.
His gaze went to the digital clock on his bedside table – one in the morning.He’d been at it for a good four hours already, but the time had flown by.Reluctantly, he closed the manuscript, knowing there was no way he’d finish it unless he pulled an all-nighter.
Carter tried to go to sleep, in vain.His mind had never been more awake…or more focused on a woman.
Absentmindedly, he held his cock and started stroking it up and down; his balls tightened approvingly, but he stopped himself before setting a rhythm.
