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Savannah. When it had gone belly-up six months ago, she’d thought it was a sign that she should pursue her dream of living and working in New York.
    So she’d spent the last six months sending out resume after resume, and when she’d finally landed this job, she’d thought it had been too good to be true. A job writing about tech and gadgets, which she loved, and being able to move to New York City and away from her doubting parents, who didn’t understand why she didn’t just get married and stay in the South. And now, apparently, it was all going to be taken away from her.
    She’d just signed the lease on her tiny studio apartment in Manhattan a few days ago.
    Now what was she going to do? Run back to Savannah with her tail between her legs?
    Her parents would just love that. She could picture them throwing some kind of welcome home barbeque for her, and inviting all the people from their church.
    “As I’m sure you’ve figured out by now, we’re going to be revamping the site.”
    Nathan opened up a file folder that was sitting on Beverly’s desk, and for the first time, Addison noticed that all of Beverly’s things – the pictures of her grandchildren, her brightly-colored container of hard candies – were missing. “Now, I see you’ve been working on the tech and gadgets section?” Nathan was scanning the paper in front of him.
    “Yes,” she said, and looked down at her hands. She’d never been fired before.
    “Well,” he said, “that section is actually one that consistently gets the least amount of hits.”
    “I know,” she said, sitting up straight. “But with all due respect, Mr. Sweet, I’ve really started trying to – ”
    “Please,” he said, holding his hand up. “Call me Nathan.”
    “Nathan,” she started again. But now her thoughts were all jumbled up. He was just so damn intimidating, sitting behind that desk, looking like he owned the place.
    Which, she guessed, in a way he did. “I’m sorry for the poor performance, but if you could just – ”
    “We’re not blaming you.”
    “You’re not?”
    “No.” He leaned back in his chair. “But we are going to be cutting the tech section of our website.”
    “Oh. Of course.” Her heart clenched, and tears poked at the back of her eyes.
    “However,” Nathan said, “we’d like to move you to another department.”
    “You would?” Her heart loosened. Yes, she loved writing about tech, and she loved getting new phones and video game systems and music players sent to her for free so that she could review them. But a job was a job, and if that meant she had to write about something else, then so be it. Hell, she’d work in the mail room if she had to.
    Anything so she could stay in the city.
    “Yes.” Nathan Sweet sat back, his blue eyes looking her up and down. “How would you feel about being our sex columnist?”
    Addison almost choked. “Your sex columnist?” she repeated.
    “Yes.” A smile pulled at the corner of his full lips, like he knew she was uncomfortable talking about this. The thought of him thinking she could write about sex sent a rush of heat down between her legs, and she shifted on her chair and tried to calm herself down.
    “Well,” she said, choosing her words carefully, “I thank you for the opportunity.
    But I’ve never really written about sex before.” She wondered what he’d think if he knew that not only had she never really written about sex before, but when it came to sex she wasn’t exactly… um, the most knowledgeable.
    She wasn’t a virgin or anything – she was twenty-four after all – but sex had always been, for her, something you did just to get it over with. It wasn’t that it wasn’t enjoyable -- it just wasn’t as amazing as everyone was always trying to make it out to be.
    “That’s okay,” Nathan said, waving his hand like any idiot could write about sex.
    “It doesn’t have to be anything amazing. It just has to be something women can sink their teeth