Everything That He Desires (#1) (An Alpha Billionaire BDSM Romance) Read Online Free PDF Page A

she would love to grab onto whilst in the throes of passion – or at least she thought it was.
    “You are so messed up,” she chastised herself before pouring a cup of coffee.  “Get a grip!”
    *****
    “Did you sleep well?”
    Callie stared at Hunter from where she sat on his porch swing, a notebook and pen at the ready on her lap.  He was seated across from her, up on the railing as though he was far too cool to actually sit on furniture properly. 
    “I did.  Thanks.”
    “Good.  I was afraid you might be missing home,” he replied.  “I appreciate you taking the time to come here with me on such short notice.  I know it couldn’t have been easy for you, having to leave everything behind at the drop of a hat.”
    “The library is pretty quiet these days anyway,” Callie shrugged.  “They’ll get by just fine.”
    “But what about the rest of your life?” he asked curiously, his eyes glued to her as though he was trying to see what was below the surface.  “What about the part outside of work?  Surely that must have been difficult to leave behind.  Friends, family, a boyfriend...?”
    “I’m thirty,” she reminded him.  “Most of my friends are married and busy with their own lives.”
    “What about your family?”
    “Same story, really.  My mom died when I was a kid.  My dad remarried and has a new family with his new wife.  I see them on holidays, sometimes.  I’m not really close with them.  They’ve made it pretty obvious that there’s not much room for me in their lives.”
    “Wow.  That must be tough.  I’m sorry.”
    “It’s fine, I made my peace with it a long time ago,” Callie assured him.  Then she laughed, looking embarrassed.  “I’m not sure why I even told you all that.  Talk about over-sharing.”
    “Don’t worry about it,” Hunter smiled.  “Though I must say, now I feel like an asshole.”
    “Why?”
    “All my questions were really just a roundabout way of asking if your boyfriend is pissed,” Hunter admitted.  “I mean, if some idiot author showed up and took my woman away for the foreseeable future, I’d be pissed.  So what’s the story there?”
    “There is no story,” Callie replied, the smile vanishing from her face.  “There is no boyfriend.”
    “Oh, I just assumed there would be.  Did you –”
    “We had better get to work,” Callie interrupted him.  “Tell me about the book you want me to write.  I’m guessing it’s going to be another crime novel, right?  Do you have the plot all worked out, or are there some dots we need to connect?”
    “It’s not a crime novel,” Hunter told her, his demeanor suddenly becoming much more subdued.  “I don’t write those anymore.”
    “You don’t?” Callie asked, looking confused.  “I thought you told me you put out a crazy number of books last month.”
    “I did tell you that, and it’s true,” he replied.  “But they weren’t crime novels.  I’ve branched out into new genres under a few different pseudonyms.  But I have no interest in writing in other genres.  That’s where you come in.” 
    “Oh?”
    The dark cloud that had momentarily passed over Hunter was gone, and he was back to his usual cocky self.  “You’re obviously not a fan of my work.  Otherwise you would know I’ve stopped writing crime novels.  Busted!” he taunted with a grin.
    She reddened.  “I’ve never really read crime novels much before.  They’re just not my thing.”
    “Nor are they mine anymore.  So we’re on the same page.  We’re off to a great start already.”
    “So um, what am I going to be writing?” Callie asked curiously.
    “A love story,” Hunter replied.
    “Really?” she asked, looking surprised.  “I didn’t take you for someone who...”
    “Yeah, well I’m not,” he interjected.  “So we’re going to smut it up.  I mean, we’re going to make it really dirty.  I’ve seen the sex scenes you write and they’re good, Callie.  Not great,