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stand. Not the man who seemed to have a full understanding of how to make a woman’s body sing.
    Closing her eyes, Petra took a deep breath. Then another as the realization hit her hard.
    Darcy, the man she’d had amazing sex with, was D. Williams.
    “I’m going to kill him.”
    * * *
    Darcy hated events like this. The group around him was laughing as they all tried to one-up each other, discussing their sponsors, web traffic and a world of other technical shit that flew over his head. The fact that he had a website at all was the result of his brother’s computer skills. If it had been left up to Darcy, he would have settled for making teasing comments on Sexcapades for the rest of his life.
    He tried to figure out which one of the women could possibly be PC. He was fairly certain she hadn’t arrived yet. A woman like that, with balls enough to conduct research on sex so she could give women advice, would certainly have an air of confidence about her.
    Loathe as he was to admit it, his online sparring with PC was generally the highlight of his day. His practice had been doing well, but the stress of helping abused women and children took a toll on him after a while. Posting on Mantastic gave him a break from reality, even if it was only for a little while.
    “And the best part of the whole thing is the number of impressions I’ve been able to get with the ads. I’ll be bringing in thousands a month before I know it.”
    Darcy turned to the reedy man standing beside him and grinned. It seemed like the appropriate response. “I’ll drink to that.”
    They clinked their glasses, giving him permission to drain the rest of the contents. “Anyone want another?”
    But the man, Evan something-or-other, wasn’t paying Darcy any attention. The near silent whoa was directed at a person coming through the door. Turning to see who’d caught the young man’s attention, Darcy nearly dropped his glass when he realized it was Petra.
    And she was pissed off.
    God, she was even more beautiful angry than when she was turned-on. His cock stiffened as memories from last night flooded his mind. Something had clearly happened between then and now that had riled her up.
    “Time for that refill.” He tried to get away unseen, but he’d clearly been spotted already.
    In a flash, Petra was by his side, her nails digging into his arm as she dragged him to a quiet corner of the room. He let her manhandle him, conscious of every curious glance sent their way. Great, the last thing he wanted was to be the topic of gossip. No way to avoid that now with Petra looking so furious. Best to play things smooth until he could figure out what had happened.
    Grinning in the face of her displeasure was probably not the smartest thing to do, but it was the only thing he could think of. “Hey there. You left without saying goodbye.”
    “You jerk!” She hissed as she slapped his arm. “When did you know? When I first entered the ballroom? When you approached me? While we were fucking? ”
    It felt wrong to hear her use that term to describe what they’d done. “I thought you’d enjoyed yourself.”
    “I did! And that’s what makes this whole thing a thousand times worse.” She pulled back from him and didn’t quite manage to hide the unshed tears gathering in her eyes.
    “Pet, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you somehow?” God, he couldn’t imagine what he’d done, but he’d be sure to apologize and make it up to her if he could. Because last night with Petra had been the most fulfilling night he’d had with a woman in years. It was the first chance he’d had to really let go.
    “You’re D. Williams.”
    The way she said his pseudonym, the extra little bite she threw onto the end of Williams , like it was a curse, turned his stomach. He set his glass down and he reached out for her, but Petra avoided his touch.
    Shit.
    “Yes, I’m D. Williams. I don’t remember me telling you anything about me or my blog. Neither one of us seemed