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Leah
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I am currently working as an author, but being a virgin and an author who writes erotic stories on reading apps online is hard. I already have this one annoying reader who complains on every page that my erotic scenes make no sense. She is never happy!
Anna Wolf: Oh my god. Haven’t you had sex before? It is supposed to hurt the first time! Why is the female not bleeding?!
Anna Wolf: Idiot author!
Is this reader mad?
Why is she calling me an idiot?
Also, I might be a virgin, but if sex hurts, then the guy can’t be too experienced. Sex isn’t supposed to hurt even if it’s your first time, at least according to my mom. And, for the record, my mom wasn’t bleeding her first time. It doesn’t happen for everyone and yes, I know this because I interview my mom a lot for inspiration.
“Leah?” my dad calls from downstairs. “Have you sent your resume to my boss yet? He is wondering if you’re still interested. in summer working at my company, and it’s honestly making me nervous that you haven’t replied yet. It’s not every day he takes an interest in my daughter.”
“I will send it in a bit, Dad!” I shout back with my eyes stuck on my laptop screen.
My editor on one of my writing apps is expecting me to send her all of the chapters for my erotic, non–exclusive story, but I guess I can
do that later. First, I will deal with my application to work at my dad’s company, a well–established law firm in the middle of downtown.
Working there is not what I would ideally like to be doing this summer, but I need the money. I just graduated from high school and I still live at home, something that needs to change.
“I guess I just have to send in that damn application and hope Dad’s boss will hire me as his secretary for the summer… mutter as I attach my resume to the e–mail.
As I press the ‘Send‘ button, my mind drifts back to the story waiting on my laptop. It’s a romantic erotica between Esmeralda, a fiercely independent woman with a secret, and Vincent, a brooding millionaire with his own demons.
There is an age gap between them, something I find incredibly sexy. Hmm, I wonder if my dad’s boss is hot? All I know is that his name is Caleb Steele and that besides being the managing partner of my dad’s law firm, he is also the CEO of Steele Enterprises. And that does not sound very hot but boring. His name makes me think of stern, middle–aged men dressed in boring suits. I bet his hair is slicked back to hide his balding spot
Sighing loudly, I decide to search for his name on Facebook. He should be friends with my dad and when I find a profile that matches the name, I almost choke on my own tongue.
Damn! Caleb Steele, or should I say super hot Caleb Steele?!
He is not at all what I imagined. His profile picture reveals a man who is nothing like the stern, middle–aged man with balding spots that I had pictured in my head.
No, Caleb Steele’s photo shows a man who is a total daddy fantay. He has a chiseled jawline, piercing blue eyes, and brown
he knows he is a looker, too. A girl could get pregnant hair that looks too fluffy for his age. His smile is mischievous as
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from looking at his picture. Heck, I am growing hot as we speak.
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While feeling hot inside my cardigan, I scroll down, staring at another picture where I can see a surfing board underneath his arm and a six–pack staring me in the for
Oh my god.
Jesus Christ, is this man really close to forty? My dad had me early and is thirty–six years old, but he claimed his boss was a year older than him! How is that possible? Caleb looks younger than my dad!.
I’m entirely speechless. I never expected my dad’s boss to be so so attractive. My cheeks burn in embarrassment as I realize I must have a thing for hot, older men.
“To be working for that smoke show. I murmur as I lie down on my back and pull down my parits.
Quickly. I find that little bundle of nerves between my legs. I rub it hard while imagining it’s Caleb doing it to me, his tanned hands on my body, his mischievous eyes on mine…oh my god, I can already feel my peak approaching!
I rub it harder and harder…
Wishing, begging, and imagining that it’s Caleb’s skilled, rough–hewn hands exploring my untouched body. I picture him kissing my neck while appreciating my curves until I can bear it no more. I let out a muffled cry, lost in the fantasy.
a new e–mail. I turn my Sweat covers my forehead, and I stare up at the ceiling, panting until I hear the sound of head, smiling until I’ve clicked on it.
It’s from Caleb Steele.
Dear Leah Foster,
I’ve been waiting for your resume for over a month now, and although what you sent me was a very interesting read, I suggest you send the correct document.
Your daydreams and the details of your private fantasies are, no doubt, a captivating narrative, but they are not exactly the professional qualifications I was seeking.
I trust this was an innocent mistake. You clearly meant to send your resume instead. When you have a moment, please forward the correct document.
Kindly.
Caleb Steele
My blood turns cold as the realization hits me like a blast of icy water. I sent Caleb the wrong file! He must have read the manuscript of my erotic novel instead of my resume!
Oh my god, what do I do?!
Embarrassment floods every inch of me. How am I supposed to act like nothing and send Caleb my resume after he has read all those wildly intimate fantasies of mine?
My characters had anal on the guy’s desk!
Not only that but my male character is described to look almost exactly like Caleb Pure coincidence, but still embarrassing! Caleb probably thinks he is the inspiration for my story!
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Shit how do I ever recover from this?
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I’m ready to crawl under a rock and hide, to bury this mortifying moment somewhere deep within my mind. But I don’t have that luxury. The world isn’t ending, and I still need a job for the summer.
And let’s be honest, it’s not like Caleb is going to hire me after this blunder. So I can just apply with the correct document, get the rejection over with, and pray he doesn’t share my erotic manuscript with anyone else. That way, my dad can’t get mad at me and complain for not trying to get Caleb’s open secretary position.
Sucking in a deep breath, I find my actual resume and put it in the mail along with an apology that is as brief as it is mortifying. I write, “Sorry for the confusion. Here’s the correct document.”
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I close my laptop after sending it because I can’t bear to look at it any longer. I just hope my dad never finds out that I sent my erotic story to his boss and that I never have to see Caleb Steele in person. I would never be able to look him in the eye. and, let’s be real, he would probably laugh at me!
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