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Ben.
    “God, Lance was such a jerk, but sweetie, he had us all fooled.”
    Not Ben , Reese thought. Ben had warned her off Lance, and she’d ignored him. She’d even accused him of being jealous.
    “We’ve all been there,” Masey was saying. “But not all men are like that, and you deserve better.”
    She closed her eyes. “Thanks, Mase.” Lance had made her believe she didn’t. She laughed too loudly, dressed too awkwardly, spoke too much at this party, not enough at that one. When their time together ended, she eventually realized insults were his way of manipulating her.
    But one complaint stayed with her.
    She was a disappointment in bed.
    She frowned in the mirror now. Definitely not playmate of the month material. Her breasts were too small, her hips too wide, her belly a little too soft. She worked out, enjoyed it. Regular exercise gave her energy to get through long days at the office. But all the power walking and bicep curls in the world couldn’t make her boobs grow, and when she did manage to lose a couple pounds, they came off the parts where she wanted them and didn’t budge in the spots she didn’t.
    Maybe it was politically incorrect, but she wanted to be wanted. She wanted a man whose adoration for her was matched only by his primitive sexual hunger.
    Rawr.
    The doorbell rang, yanking her from her thoughts.
    “Masey, I have to go. There’s someone at the door. It’s probably Trisha wanting to know how the date went.”
    “Okay, well tell her she sucks at blind dates.”
    “Right,” Reese said. “That and never again .”
    She ended the call. “Come on in!” She grabbed a thick terrycloth robe from her bathroom door and slid her arms through the puffy sleeves. “It’s open!” The robe was dark brown and tattered. Trish would scowl at it, pitch a fit, and threaten—for the hundredth time—to toss it in the trash.
    Reese lived alone. Who did she need to impress?
    She was holding her glass of wine with one hand and running a comb through her hair with the other when she heard the front door open. She called down the hall, “Do you think Sex Goddess 101 can teach me how to be a slut?”
    The laughter she heard was low and deep. And definitely didn’t belong to her sister.
    She peeked into the hall and, sure enough, Ben stood in the warm light of her small living room, thumbs tucked in his front pockets, smirking.
    Cheeks warm—more from the wine than her mistake—she joined him, comb in one hand, wine in the other. “Sorry, I thought you were Tricia.”
    “That explains everything.” He took in her robe, her wet hair, her wine glass. “Bad date?”
    “Not a date.” Reese scowled. “And calling it bad would be an exercise in optimism.”
    “Care to share?”
    “And relive it? Not a chance.” She wandered to the kitchen to top off her wine. She frowned at the empty bottle and reached for another.
    “Easy there, Killer.” He was suddenly behind her and putting his hand over hers before she could pull a fresh bottle of red from the rack. “You promised to help with my dad’s party in the morning, remember?”
    “I want to be a slut.” She spun around, abandoning her quest for more wine.
    Ben raised a brow. “Well, any more wine and you might—”
    “I’m serious. I’m sick of dating. I’m sick of men seeing me as this innocent good girl.” She scowled at him. “Why is it that guys assume that just because a girl dresses… modestly …just because she carries around a few extra pounds on her thighs and doesn’t show her ass, she doesn’t like sex? Why do men assume I’m sweet and innocent ?”
    Wine sloshed onto the floor, and he took the glass from her hand and set it on the counter. “Who told you that?”
    She leaned back against the cool granite. “Just every man I’ve ever had the misfortune to date.”
    “And it would be better for them to think you’re…” He trailed off, as if choosing his words carefully. “…a slut?”
    She poked him in the