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the proverbial ledge.
Still, when she hung up with Alice, Petra’s next move was to turn off her cell. Friends, family and the committee could leave a damned voice mail message.
* * *
The rest of the day was blessedly silent. Even the yahoos who normally posted flame comments on her blog seemed well behaved. D. Williams didn’t make an appearance either, which was only a little disappointing. If it hadn’t been for her night with Darcy and her constant replay of what had happened between them, her obsessive nature would have been fixated on finding some reason why he wasn’t poking at her.
It was weird. He was always razzing her.
Before she knew it, the clock was telling her it was five o’clock and she had to get ready for the evening’s event. Unlike last night’s fancy ball, tonight she could get away with something a bit more manageable for her. She’d promised Alice she wouldn’t wear jeans, and instead slipped into the fitted black skirt and sequined top she’d bought a year ago.
Tonight’s intimate gathering was at the Iron Grill, an upscale steakhouse she’d never been to. A smaller crowd meant she’d be able to handle herself better, maybe even manage to work her way into a conversation or two.
Damn, she really wished she’d found out what category Darcy’s blog was nominated in. She didn’t even know the name of it...
There had to be a way to find out. The nominees had been announced last night, after all. There had to be some sort of post online about it.
Quickly finishing up her makeup, and God she hoped she didn’t look like a clown, Petra carefully slipped into her computer chair and went in search of the Toronto Web Awards site. Ah there it was, Nominee Lists.
Petra’s frustration grew as she scanned the pages of names and couldn’t find Darcy’s name anywhere. Not that she knew his last name, but she didn’t think there’d be too many Darcys nominated. Could there?
Apparently not.
Not even one.
Which meant Darcy was nominated under a different name. So, she wasn’t the only one with a secret identity. Smiling, Petra twirled a lock of her hair around her finger. He didn’t want people to know who he was, eh? Well that wouldn’t do.
“Challenge accepted.”
Petra tried to discount websites based on what little she knew about him. He didn’t seem the type to be involved in child care, home improvements or internet memes. Entertainment industry? He was handsome enough, but the idea of him being an actor or director didn’t feel right. An author perhaps.
Petra was about to give up when she finally got to her category—best online advice column. Oh yeah, baby. There she was. Reaching out, she ran her fingertip over her name—PC—and smiled. God, she still couldn’t believe that she’d been picked. That they’d chosen her over...
What the hell?
No. Petra sat up, her stomach souring. “No, no, no, that’s not fair.”
But no matter how many times she blinked, the reality didn’t change. There on the screen, two lines below her name was the one she would never have wanted to see.
D. Williams—Mantastic.
“That bastard!”
Petra was on her feet, growling as she stomped away from the computer. She couldn’t get away from that bastard and now she was going to be forced to have supper with him!
She wouldn’t go. It was as simple as that. Screw the perfectly cooked steak and opportunity to use her limited social skills. If she came face to face with that jackass there’d be no telling what would come out of her mouth. Or his for that matter.
D. Williams was a pompous jerk who would take the opportunity to make fun of her.
D. Williams, a constant pain in her ass.
D. Williams...
Petra stopped short of her bedroom and tried to get her breathing under control. There’d been twenty-five names on that list in five categories. There hadn’t been a single Darcy. David, Derek and a Diego, but not him. Not the man who’d given her four orgasms during a one-night
Still, when she hung up with Alice, Petra’s next move was to turn off her cell. Friends, family and the committee could leave a damned voice mail message.
* * *
The rest of the day was blessedly silent. Even the yahoos who normally posted flame comments on her blog seemed well behaved. D. Williams didn’t make an appearance either, which was only a little disappointing. If it hadn’t been for her night with Darcy and her constant replay of what had happened between them, her obsessive nature would have been fixated on finding some reason why he wasn’t poking at her.
It was weird. He was always razzing her.
Before she knew it, the clock was telling her it was five o’clock and she had to get ready for the evening’s event. Unlike last night’s fancy ball, tonight she could get away with something a bit more manageable for her. She’d promised Alice she wouldn’t wear jeans, and instead slipped into the fitted black skirt and sequined top she’d bought a year ago.
Tonight’s intimate gathering was at the Iron Grill, an upscale steakhouse she’d never been to. A smaller crowd meant she’d be able to handle herself better, maybe even manage to work her way into a conversation or two.
Damn, she really wished she’d found out what category Darcy’s blog was nominated in. She didn’t even know the name of it...
There had to be a way to find out. The nominees had been announced last night, after all. There had to be some sort of post online about it.
Quickly finishing up her makeup, and God she hoped she didn’t look like a clown, Petra carefully slipped into her computer chair and went in search of the Toronto Web Awards site. Ah there it was, Nominee Lists.
Petra’s frustration grew as she scanned the pages of names and couldn’t find Darcy’s name anywhere. Not that she knew his last name, but she didn’t think there’d be too many Darcys nominated. Could there?
Apparently not.
Not even one.
Which meant Darcy was nominated under a different name. So, she wasn’t the only one with a secret identity. Smiling, Petra twirled a lock of her hair around her finger. He didn’t want people to know who he was, eh? Well that wouldn’t do.
“Challenge accepted.”
Petra tried to discount websites based on what little she knew about him. He didn’t seem the type to be involved in child care, home improvements or internet memes. Entertainment industry? He was handsome enough, but the idea of him being an actor or director didn’t feel right. An author perhaps.
Petra was about to give up when she finally got to her category—best online advice column. Oh yeah, baby. There she was. Reaching out, she ran her fingertip over her name—PC—and smiled. God, she still couldn’t believe that she’d been picked. That they’d chosen her over...
What the hell?
No. Petra sat up, her stomach souring. “No, no, no, that’s not fair.”
But no matter how many times she blinked, the reality didn’t change. There on the screen, two lines below her name was the one she would never have wanted to see.
D. Williams—Mantastic.
“That bastard!”
Petra was on her feet, growling as she stomped away from the computer. She couldn’t get away from that bastard and now she was going to be forced to have supper with him!
She wouldn’t go. It was as simple as that. Screw the perfectly cooked steak and opportunity to use her limited social skills. If she came face to face with that jackass there’d be no telling what would come out of her mouth. Or his for that matter.
D. Williams was a pompous jerk who would take the opportunity to make fun of her.
D. Williams, a constant pain in her ass.
D. Williams...
Petra stopped short of her bedroom and tried to get her breathing under control. There’d been twenty-five names on that list in five categories. There hadn’t been a single Darcy. David, Derek and a Diego, but not him. Not the man who’d given her four orgasms during a one-night
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