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and listened to the laughter coming from inside the hall. The girl had to tug on it hard to pry it from Petra’s death grip. Damn, maybe she was more nervous about this than she realized.
    “Oh, so you’re PC.” The girl beamed, a flush rising in her cheeks. “I love your site. Your recent post on dildos was...amazing.”
    “Thank you.” Petra accepted the compliment with a smile. Alice was right, smiling made things easier. “It’s always nice to hear that people actually read my blurbs.” And stop talking. Don’t overdo it and you won’t come across as a dork.
    “I check it out every week. My girlfriends and I giggle over some of your posts.”
    A giggle? A good giggle or a bad giggle? Petra was afraid to ask. “It’s all in the name of education and entertainment. And dildos.” Petra winked at the girl, who giggled yet again.
    Shit, maybe she could do this.
    “The party has started. I think someone is making a speech later, but for now the nominees are mingling. Checking out the competition and stuff.”
    Petra let her gaze slip over the crowd, surprised to see so many people had arrived already. She wasn’t that late. “I’ll be careful not to say anything too embarrassing, then.”
    “I don’t think you need to worry about that. People are so excited to have you here. Have fun!”
    She plastered on a smile and stepped into the dimly lit room. Within seconds, a server had shoved a tray of wine in front of her face. Impulsively, she reached for the red and took a deep sip, not caring what it tasted like.
    Though that really was some nice stuff right there. Drinking the rest of the glass like a university chugging champ, she found the closest waiter and exchanged her empty glass for another one.
    And there it went...right to her head.
    She hadn’t quite been a recluse in the three years since she’d graduated from university, but she’d certainly limited her attendance for large social situations. Alice was always trying to push her, dragging her along to Christmas parties at her office or summer barbeques, doing her best to kick Petra’s ass. Petra really did try to get out, but every time she did, that weird ants-under-the-skin feeling would kick in and she’d find herself drifting away from the strangers. She didn’t need to have a ton of people in her life to be happy.
    And she was happy.
    Mostly.
    Hiding behind the mantel of PC had given Petra the freedom to say things she normally never would, to give others the advice she’d never received. Hopefully it meant she’d saved some woman from bumbling through her sexual awakening. If she could help even one person gain some confidence with men, she was happy.
    The noise level in the room was overwhelming. She looked around at all the smiling, confident people. Everyone looked relaxed and seemed deeply engrossed in animated conversations. Several of the women could have graced the covers of any one of the better fashion magazines in their sequins and jewels.
    Forcing herself to move deeper into the crowd, Petra smiled at several people. Many people smiled and nodded and she could have joined them. But as she drew closer, all thoughts of what she would say to the group evaporated. She cut away at the last minute and continued to weave her way through to the back of the room.
    Petra found the bar. She was already eyeing the exit. Yes, she was here, but so was the chest-clenching panic. Backtracking around the edges of the room would get her out of having to deal with the groups again. She’d finish her drink in the next five minutes and bolt, nomination reading or not.
    What was she doing here?
    She wasn’t really PC—sex queen and advice superstar. She reached up and tucked a curl behind her ear. Every time Petra tried to pretend she was someone else, things ended badly. It was one of the reasons she’d stopped listening to what other people said about her in high school. It was easier to ignore everyone else when she was comfortable in her