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Oh, for God's sake. I've only been gone three nights, but I have 15 messages on my machine. Here’s the embarrassing part: none are from guys, 11 are from Mom. I told her I was leaving town on another business trip, but it must have been one more thing that slipped her mind. So instead of sexy talk from a sultry guy, I got treated to Manic Mom.

Surprise, surprise: It's the morning after and I feel like crap. Ugh. Matt was fun and sexy, and made me feel desirable again, but I can't hack casual sex. I like to think I can, but I either end up falling for the guy or wishing I never did it. Where's my inner Samantha Jones when I need her?

When I woke up this morning, Matt was still unconscious. It was nice to find myself with such a hottie, but it was weird, too. Two years is a long time to be with only one person—well, except for that one unfortunate time which I don’t even want to think about.

Who would have guessed it? The Hard Rock Cafe in Vegas is a gold mine of hot men with rock hard bodies. Unfortunately, there were lots of cute girls, too. Ugh. And  many of them looked like they were at least 50 percent plastic. Blech.

Lucky for me, I was wearing my tight black dress with sky-high red  stilettos. So I got my fair share of attention. And then there was Matt. Dark brown hair, stunning blue eyes and broad shoulders made for clinging. Yummm.