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forgetting what I was there to do.
     
    "I'm John," the man said.
     
    "I'm Jennifer," I responded, finally taking my eyes off the chocolate treats long enough to find out I was talking to him, my front desk man. This night was about to get a hell of a lot sweeter.
     
    I shook his hand and he carefully examined my badge. His eyes got wide and interested. My heart sank as I considered an embarrassing possibility: What if, of all the Jennifers in all the candy companies in all the world, I picked one he actually knew. That was something else that hadn't occurred to me.
     
    "Oh, Jennifer Brown," he said, enthusiastically continuing to shake my hand. "I'm so happy to run into you! I'm signed up for your seminar tomorrow."
     
    I gulped. "My seminar?"
     
    "Yeah, a lot of people from my company are really looking forward to it. We all need to rethink our marketing plans to capture customers in the digital age."
     
    I nodded and sipped more wine, trying to come up with some credible sounding, bullshit corporate speak. "Yes, it's so hard to engage people on new media. The signal-to-noise ratio is challenging to break through, but I'm confident that the more modern confectioners get entrenched in the thought leadership of the future, the more they can reach their target market share."
     
    John nodded, looking at me as if I actually knew what the fuck I was talking about. Marketing wasn't exactly new to me, but what it all meant to people who made candy was completely beyond me.
     
    "I feel so lucky," he said. "It's like I'm getting a preview of your content! I wish you would tell me more...I can't wait until tomorrow to hear the whole thing."
     
    "Well, I couldn't do that, now could I?" I said with a giggle and flip of my hair. It wouldn't exactly be fair to our colleagues.
     
    "Are you sure? I promise I'll come...and I won't tell anyone what you told me."
     
    I took another bite of yummy man's yummy chocolate creation, so he would focus on what I could do to him with my mouth. "Well, you don't think I can tell you in a roomful of people, do you? Then nobody will come see me tomorrow."
     
    "Maybe I can get a private sneak preview then?"
     
    "Wow, this is going to be easy," I thought as I stared at his gorgeous face.
     
    "Gee, I don't know, John," I chuckled, tossing back another glass of wine with one hand and grabbing another chocolate with the other. "I barely got here. I should probably do some more networking or something...right?"
     
    "Networking, schmetworking," he said. "You know how fucking boring these things are. This isn't your first rodeo."
     
    "You're right...this isn't my first rodeo," I said, feeling the tingle between my legs get more intense by the second. "But still...I should at least pretend to be professional."
     
    "I'll tell you what then, Jennifer," John said as he slid up next to my ear and began whispering to me. "How about you come up to my room and we have a private networking session? I'll even give you a tasting of our new line—stuff that you can't find in here. I promise to be nothing but professional."
     
    "Well, when you put it that way, how can I refuse?"
     
    "Good. Let's get the fuck out of here before I run into my boss and get roped into a two-hour conversation about strategy or some such thing."
     
    John made a mad rush for the door and I followed a safe distance behind him. Although I've been working in hotels long enough to know what goes on at professional conventions—executives away on business are some of the horniest people in the world—I still didn't want to make it obvious that we were on our way to fuck each other's brains out. Plus, if I ran into one of my employees, I didn't want them to know what I was up to either.
     
    John looked over his shoulder at me several times on the way to the elevator, flashing an evil grin, as if the fact I seemed self-conscious turned him on. He stood at the elevator, impatiently pressing the button as I sauntered toward