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play, for the Halloween weekend. I wasn't sure how I was going to pull this off, or if I would even run into my front desk hottie with so many people there, but I was determined to try. Besides, I couldn't think of a better way to get in some sexcapades at my new job. My previous positions had been a smorgasbord of sex, so I didn't see any reason for my hot streak to end.
     
    I figured if I just walked into the huge conference room—which my staff had filled with Halloween decorations and candy from every company at the conference—and I acted like I belonged there, no one would notice me.
     
    At least, that's what I told myself as I walked through the large doors. I scanned the room for Mr. Candyman, when I heard someone calling out "Miss? Miss?" behind me.
     
    "Shit, I am so busted and I just got here," I thought.
     
    "Miss?" the man called out to me again, tapping me on the shoulder before I turned around. I thought about excuses as to why I was crashing their sweet, little party. I did work there after all...I had a million reasons to be in the conference room that night.
     
    "Yes?"
     
    "Miss, you forgot to sign in and get your candy badge," he said, pointing at the registration table.
     
    "Oh, right! I'm sorry...I guess I'm a little out of it...you know, jet lag and all."
     
    If nothing else, I do think fast on my feet when I have to.
     
    "Don't worry," he said with a smile. "You're not the only one who's said that tonight."
     
    "I'm sure."
     
    "What's your name?" he asked me.
     
    I was so distracted by fantasies of my sweet stud that it didn't even occur to me I would have to come up with a name.
     
    "Jennifer," I said, knowing that my name is so generic there had to be at least five Jennifers at such a huge conference.
     
    "Which Jennifer?" the man asked, picking up his clipboard and scanning through a long list of names. "Jennifer Logan? Jennifer MacDoughal? Jennifer Zeigler?"
     
    "Shit!" I thought. I had no idea which Jen to pick.
     
    "Jennifer Lafferty?"
     
    My mind went blank.
     
    "Jennifer Brown?"
     
    "Yes, that's me!" I said excitedly at a really generic sounding name. "I'm Jennifer Brown!"
     
    "Wow, you must really be jet-lagged if you have to think about what your last name is," he laughed, handing me a name tag, which had a jelly bean background, and a black marker.
     
    "Yeah, you know how it is with these business trips," I said, quickly scribbling my newly-christened name on top of the bright, candy-colored sticker.
     
    "I certainly do," he said as he reached his hand out to collect the marker. "But I'm sure you'll have a great time."
     
    "Thanks," I said, as I considered my next move. I looked around for this hot specimen of a man, going from table to table and trying a piece of candy at each one. I was impressed: These weren't the kind of sweets you were likely to find at your local supermarket. These were high-end candies that probably had high-end calories attached to them. As I munched on chocolate and kissed my calorie count good-bye, I grabbed a glass of wine and made the rounds to find my man candy.
     
    "He has to show up eventually," I thought. "This boring conference is the whole reason he's at the hotel in the first place."
     
    After thirty more minutes of eating goodies, drinking wine, and making small talk with candy executives, I finally saw my conquest signing in. I knew I had to play it cool and come up with a game plan—he would think I was a crazy person if I just rushed him as soon as he walked through the door. So I continued to make the rounds, and keep my eye on him until the right moment.
     
    I devoured more chocolate—I probably had more chocolate that night than I had in my entire life—and admired how delicately crafted every single piece was.
     
    "They are delicious, aren't they?" I heard someone next to me ask as I took another bite. "My company makes those...we're very proud of them."
     
    "They are fantastic," I said, savoring the last bite, nearly