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Karaoke Lounge, she recognized quite a few of her writer friends. She needed to talk, but this conversation required tough love and blatant truth. Her friends were amazing, but too many would only tell her what she wanted to hear.
    The last performer of the night took the stage and the chords for “I Want Your Sex” blared out of the speakers. Seven looked him over; he was surprisingly good. Too bad the way he sang didn’t make her want his sex, but someone else’s. Turning away from the stage, she dug her nails into her palms. She had a bet to win. Good thing for her libido the goal was having sex with Blake, not trying to resist him. Now to get him on board. The night had shown her that was another matter altogether.
    Making her way through the lobby, she stepped through the glass doors and into the warm night air. Lights blazed from every angle, making 11:00 p.m. feel like 11:00 a.m. She dropped her arms from across her chest, looking for a good place to make a phone call. One area hosted a half a dozen people, each reveling in the cloud of smoke above their heads. Another area promised a good time with ladies and gentlemen alike in different states of undress. Down the length of the sidewalk, out from under the hotel’s massive overhang, was a set of quiet benches. Bingo.
    Settling in, she pulled out her phone and dialed her sister’s number.
    “Hey, Six.”
    Her sister squealed from the other end of the line, and Seven yanked the phone away from her ear with a wince. Carefully, she placed the phone back to her head. “Oh my God, you’re going to make me go deaf.” Laughing, she crossed her legs and scanned her surroundings.
    “O. M. G. You’re in Vegas, right? Damn it, I wished I could have made it this year. Stupid priorities.”
    Seven laughed. “Yeah, stupid priorities. You’re only single-handedly starting a new company.”
    Her sister was less than eighteen months her junior. By the time Seven could talk, she’d named her Six, and it had stuck. Six was a spunky go-getter who believed in green living and greener success, so she took on starting a sustainable, organic baby goods company, inspired by their friends’ need for healthy products at a reasonable price. Unfortunately, the Romance Lover’s Convention fell on the same weekend a potential backer was flying in to meet with Six. Otherwise, the sisters would have taken on Vegas attached at the hip. Seven smiled as her sister chattered on.
    “Are the models as hot as last year? When’s the signing? Oh, oh! Is there a ball? Damn it, I had an idea for the perfect dress, too.”
    “Slow down. And don’t worry; you can come with me next year. Though I do wish you were here now.”
    Six quieted. “I know that tone. What happened?”
    Seven looked over her shoulder and lowered her voice. “I made a bet. With a man.”
    “A bet?”
    “Yes. I basically bet a man, a cocky romance-insulting man, that I could make him have feelings for me, proved by having sex by the end of the weekend.”
    A shriek blasted through the phone. Seven jerked it away from her head so fast it flew out of her hand, landing in the shrubbery behind the bench. Smothering a curse, she skirted around the bench and gingerly stepped into the landscaping to retrieve her phone. Six’s shrieks guided her right to it.
    Holding the phone about an inch from her head, she yelled, “Six, stop screaming.”
    Her sister finally quieted, and Seven pressed the phone to her head once again. “Oh my God, if you scream like that again I’m going to kill you.”
    “Sex does not prove feelings.”
    “But it does in this instance. We agreed to it.”
    “Tell me everything.”
    Seven pulled in a breath and let it out slowly through pursed lips.
    She went through the whole story, from her creepy stalker, to finding Blake on the elevator, the bet, dinner, and the dildo, followed by drinks at Karaoke. “And then he called an early night.”
    The end of her story met with