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what she needed. And the reassurance that she could still make someone want her. Because with Nathaniel, she’d completely failed.
    She jumped up from the bed and, in a flurry, hung up her dresses and unpacked her toiletries. Time to put her novel’s seven rules of seduction to work. Tapping her finger on her bottom lip, she scanned her weekend wardrobe, then pulled on a matching bra-and-panty set in nude. She’d wear her panties this time to tease Mr. Turner, keep him guessing. Besides, it fit nicely into rule number six: maintain an air of mystery.
    A pencil skirt really showed off her little waist and full booty, but leggings and super-high heels would give her legs that went all the way to her armpits. She’d tired of trying to camouflage her assets long ago and decided to embrace them instead. That was part of the beauty of being a romance writer—she worked a persona that was her through and through. Most of it, anyway, when she felt brave enough. The rest she had great fun elaborating on.
    She decided on a deep peach high-waisted pencil skirt and paired it with a flowing white button-up blouse. As she applied her makeup, she ticked off one of the seven rules in her head—rule number four: master his five senses. The idea was soft skin, heady aromas, a hint of flavor, a low-timbred voice, and an artistically painted canvas. She dusted her skin with her favorite honey powder, and then slicked her lips with a barely-there peach gloss, the color glowing warm against her tanned skin. Her black hair fell in rich waves around her shoulders, and her dark eyes were lined to play up their almond shape, a big change from the fresh-faced messy-head Blake had met on the elevator.
    Giving herself a once-over in the mirror, she pulled in a shaky breath and unbuttoned the top of her blouse down to about midchest, letting a hint of lace and the swell of her breasts peek out whenever she moved.
    She really hoped she could keep her sushi down at dinner. It was time to put on her game face and hit Blake where it hurt. A man like him was all about looks, and the way he gave her the once-over in the elevator had told her all she needed to know about his expectations. She grinned and rubbed her hands together.
    The high-waisted skirt created a corset-like effect, cinching her waist to impossible proportions. She smoothed her hands over her hips, smiling. Mr. Blake Turner didn’t stand a chance.
    She headed down to the lobby, going over the three rules she’d utilize throughout the evening. He may have six feet of beautiful brawn on his side, but she had Rules of Seduction on hers. No contest.
    The elevator door opened, revealing a kaleidoscope of gem tones: purple, green, red, silver, and gold ribbons were draped from pillar to pillar, jesters on stilts juggled sparkling balls as they walked through the crowds, and convention-goers of all shapes and sizes wore costumes in every shade of a jeweler’s collection. Writers and readers alike draped themselves across male models for photo ops, creating their very own mock romance novel covers. The first costume event of the weekend was in full swing, but she had more important things to do.
    Seven made her way through the crowds, using her map to find Masuku, the casino sushi bar. Her heart skipped a beat as she volleyed back and forth between whether the bet was brilliant or crazy.
    With every step closer to the entrance of Masuku, the faster her heart sped in her chest. She pulled in a breath and let it out slowly. She dabbed her fingertips over her upper lip and pulled her shoulders back. Pinning down the terms of the bet would be key. Only a fool would let the man do it. She’d keep a tight rein on his ideas and position her own as priority. First on the list, no reading her book. The last thing she wanted was for him to get the upper hand by knowing her rules ahead of time.
    Okay, here goes everything.
    Blake sat in a corner booth, looking over a menu. He looked so hot that seeing