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She knows I m aBuffy freak, but she doesn t know the extent of my freakiness.
 You have pictures ofBuffy the Vampire Slayer in your locker.
 Big deal. Lots of people hang personal stuff in their lockers.
 Not huge posters of television shows.
He had me there. But did I care? No way.
 Big deal, I love the show, sue me! There s friggin all theBuffy DVDs out there in the living room, as
well as theAngel DVDs. So what? That doesn t explain why you know that.
 I started reading, okay? It wasn t hard to figure out which one was you.
 No way. But could I have been careless? Just once? Checking the tag board and message boards,
and leaving the Internet screens up? Something, and Jack had wandered in, seeing it? A chill ran through
me at the thought of such foolishness.
Wait, when did he see this?  Fine, then, what color was the site banner? This will prove exactly when
he saw it.
 Orange.
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I gritted my teeth. Orange was the new layout I d just done.
Well, maybe this was a good thing, right? Maybe him figuring it out just in the last few days isn t a
horrible crime against nature. He couldn t possibly have read everything at the site could he?
Of course his knowledge of my other life sent a strange chill through me that he could possibly know
what I wrote about&
Jack stared at me, kind of shaking his head in that you-can t-be-serious-I-ain t-lying look.
I really felt like I d been robbed or raped. Jack knew about slayerdomain.com. God, what now? How
long would it be before I was an office joke? How long was it going to be before I wound up being
known as the freak who wrote smut stories on the Internet?
The real reason he must have wanted to go out with me hit me in a flash.
My eyes narrowed.  So you re here just to see if you can seduce me, and see if I can do it as good as I
write it? And I knew that it had to be the reason that Jack was taking me out. He just wanted to see if I
was as good as my stories. Everything made perfect sense. There s no other reason why a man who
looked like Jack could possibly want anything to do with a mousy office wallflower like me.
 Like your stories? Jack paced around the small bathroom and swung out at the shower curtain. He
took a step and was millimeters in front of my face.  How come you find it so hard to believe that I might
be interested inyou ? Your stories are fun to read and interesting, but you are who I m here with. Why
can t you believe that?
 Because I m thirty years old, single and never had a decent boyfriend! Tears boiled up in my eyes, and
I broke down.
 Oh, God, Lynn, he said, a warm hand caressing the tears away.
 Get away. I jerked his hand away.  Don t give me your pity. I m still pissed at you, I said, walking
out of the bathroom.
Jack started cursing again in that muffled, almost unintelligible way he d done before.
Anger seethed through me, as well as vulnerability. He knew. Knew who I was. Knew about the cyber
world that I immersed myself in nightly, and he& God, will this nightmare never end?
I walked into the living room and dropped onto the couch, trying to wipe the tears away. I felt like a
complete bonehead. To make all this even more repulsively stupid, I just rattled off my dating history in a
sentence to Jack Edwards. Which was sadder, the fact that I rattled it off in a sentence, or the fact that it
could be summed up into a sentence?
A debate for another time.
 Would you have wanted me to say something at work? Jack sat next to me on the couch. Fortunately,
he put about half a person between us, and I stuck a pillow in the hole, just to make sure he didn t get
any more ideas.
 Hell no. I wiped away another tear.
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 Why are you so embarrassed about this? You write sexy stories online. It s not like it s illegal or
anything& 
 Uh, well, technically, it is& 
 Only if you make money at it.
 True. And God knows I m not making anything for it.
 I was impressed by the amount of work put into the site, as a matter of fact. He stretched out a bit on
the couch.  Have you ever considered web designing? Your site is easy to manage, upfront and clean
looking. You probably could make some money at it.
 Oh, I can see that, the sarcasm dripped from my voice.  I ll build you a web page, here look at the
smut site I take care of.
 Seriously, Lynn, it s a good site. You could do it for a living.
I bit my lip. Oh my God. Another flash of reality hit me. This incredibly hot guy has known one of my
deepest secrets and he s not completely repulsed by the sight of me. And he s actually encouraging me to
build web pages for people.
How screwed up is that?
 Thank you, I said.  It s not that hard if you know the coding. I projected a somewhat genuine smile at
him.
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