Free Everything That He Desires (#1) (An Alpha Billionaire BDSM Romance) by Layla Love

EVERYTHING THAT HE DESIRES
    (Everything #1)
     
    Layla Love
     
    Copyright © 2015 L. Love
     
    This book is a work of fiction and its cover is for illustrative purposes only.  It is intended for mature audiences over the age of 18 only.  All rights reserved.  No portion of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without the express written consent of the publisher.
     
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    “That must be a good book.”
    The voice was deep, masculine and unfamiliar.  It was cocky, confident and more than a bit amused.  It was a sexy voice, no question about it.  It was seductive, even, the perfect voice for steamy, filthy phone sex.
    Callie looked up from the romance novel she had been reading and let out a scream.  She dropped the book, losing her page in the process, and nearly fell off the stool she was perched upon.  She caught her balance at the last moment and stood there unsteadily, her glasses sliding down her nose.
    The stranger was unfazed.  He didn’t look the least bit apologetic for scaring the young librarian half to death.  Actually, he was smirking a bit, as though he found the whole thing funny.  He had some nerve!
    “How did you get in here?” Callie demanded, her heart still pounding in her chest.
    “I opened the door and walked inside,” he replied matter-of-factly, his eyes twinkling.
    “Yes, but I mean...we’re closed !” Callie sputtered, feeling flustered and strangely defensive.  “Didn’t you see the sign on the door?  We closed nearly two hours ago.”
    “I saw it,” the stranger replied, as though the closing time was nothing more than a suggestion.  “The door was unlocked,” he shrugged.  “And you’re still here,” he added, regarding her with piercing green eyes that seemed to bore into her very being.
    “Well I’m just leaving,” Callie replied, gathering up her things.  “If you want to check a book out quickly I can wait, but if you’re here to do research or anything you’re going to have to come back tomorrow.  We open at 9 o’clock.”
    “I’m not here to do research.”
    “Okay well...”  Callie looked at the man expectantly.  “Do you need help finding a book?”
    “No.”
    She took a cautious step back, even though there was a counter between them. 
    The man was well-dressed in expensive looking jeans and a nice blazer, so he probably wasn’t a bum.  He was actually painfully handsome with dark hair and just the right amount of scruff on his chin.  He was the sort who would normally never even notice her.
    In fact, as far as Callie was concerned, he was pretty much a sex god.
    But that didn’t guarantee he wasn’t some psycho who meant her harm.  She was less than impressed about being alone with him in the library after hours.  It served her right for losing track of time yet again.
    Callie glanced at the phone warily out of the corner of her eye.  Would she even have time to grab it and call the police if need be?  She wasn’t sure, and she hoped she wouldn’t have to find out.  Taking a deep breath, Callie braced herself and asked the million dollar question.
    “What do you want?”
    “You.”
    Well that was an answer Callie hadn’t been expecting!  She blinked and stared at the man vacantly.  “Excuse me?”
    “You’re Callista Johnson.”  It wasn’t a question.
    “Callie,” she corrected him automatically.  Then his statement sunk in.  “Wait, how do you know who I am?”  She had never seen the man before in her life.  Of that she was certain.  If she’d laid eyes on him before, she would definitely remember.
    “My name is Hunter Black,” he replied.  “Maybe you’ve heard of me.”
    “Why would I have heard of you?” she replied, puzzled.  Then she furrowed her brow.  The name did sound vaguely familiar, though she couldn’t immediately place it.  Callie tilted her head to the side.  “Wait, you’re the author?”
    “Yes.”
    “You’re Hunter Black the crime novelist?” she asked,