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ceiling as he contemplated dragging himself out of the warm bed and away from Tally’s lush, willing body. She snuffled and gave a muffled snort beside him before her breathing settled back into its regular rhythm—but now with a gruff murmur. He smiled.
    Tally snored. Who knew?
    The discovery seemed cute and endearing until it reminded him how little else he knew about her. They’d made a point of not asking and not telling last night. So why did it feel so good to finally discover something about her that didn’t involve taking her against a couch, or a wall, or in the shower? Probably just the luxury of waking up beside another human being.
    But as he enjoyed the unfamiliar indulgence, it occurred to him this was the first time since his divorce he hadn’t wanted to bolt as soon as the afterglow faded.
    The freaky heart bumps began to gallop under his breastbone. But he refused to overreact.
    This didn’t have to be bad. Maybe it was a sign that after three years he was finally through sulking about the failure of his marriage? It didn’t have to have anything to do with Tally—as long as he got these freaky heart bumps under control.
    He rolled out of bed, his boner having got the message that there wasn’t going to be a repeat performance. Rather than risk taking a shower—because no way in hell would he be able to resist inviting Tally to share it with him if he woke her up—he hunted up his clothes in the suite’s living room and dressed. He’d catch a cab and grab a shower at home before heading into work. But as he dug his feet into his shoes, he spotted the stuff he’d dumped out of Tally’s purse the night before scattered across the couch.
    The urge to shovel her stuff up wasn’t entirely innocent, especially when he spotted the slim pink case he guessed had to hold her business cards. He could hit Sam for her contact details if he wanted to see her again—which was doubtful, given the heart bumps. But the guy was already going to crow like a rooster when he heard what had happened. So why give him more ammunition?
    All thoughts of Sam fled, though, as he frowned at the two lines printed on the white card in a fancy blood-red serif font.

    Looking for the Perfect Hot Date?
    Check out
@
BlindDateBitch

    He flicked it over—no info on the back. No telephone, no email, nothing. Not even her name. Just a quote: “She Won’t Stop Till She Gets Her Rocks Off!”
    His smile flatlined as the events of the night rushed back and all the things Tally had said blasted back into his frontal lobe. And the creeping tide of humiliation that had consumed him while his marriage was disintegrating swept through him like a tsunami.
    ‘
Just think of me as your willing and able sex toy.’
    ‘
Whatever your pleasure
,
I’m happy to supply it.’
    Blood fired up his neck to scald his cheeks. He collapsed onto the couch, her purse dropping from his numbed fingers, his breathing laboured as the truth of what last night had really been about struck like a sucker punch.
    Tally hadn’t been a bold, sexy bad girl who loved it as rough and ready as he did. She’d come on to him so strongly and turned out to be the perfect wild ride for one simple reason: she was a goddamn professional. Sam had set him up with a fucking call-girl.
    The sickening roll of shame made him feel like gagging.
    You schmuck.
How could you have been dumb enough to think that was all for real?
    Tugging his phone out of his pants, he stabbed in Sam’s number, his palms sweating. Why hadn’t he listened to his instincts when he’d first met Tally and figured this was another of Sam’s dumb jokes?
    Of course Sam wouldn’t have expected him to take her straight back to a hotel suite and spend the whole night boning her senseless. Sam would have expected him to figure out he was being punked—’cause they’d been doing this shit to each other since college. Ever since he’d borrowed a tow-truck to haul Sam’s treasured Mustang round the