Sinfully Sexy (Electronic book text)

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It never would have happened if she hadn't taken that quiz.
At least it never would have happened if she hadn't taken it and failed.
Failed.
Her.
Chloe Sinclair, who had never failed a test in her life.
Granted, she hadn't been particularly serious when she took the Sexy quiz, writing in her responses instead of choosing one of the multiple choice answers. Deep down she knew it was ridiculous to be upset, since she hadn't taken it seriously. More than that, what did an idiotic quiz like that really mean? Nothing. She knew it. But what had started out as a joke had touched a nerve that she hadn't realized was raw.
Failing--or perhaps the fact that she hadn't even tried to pass--spoke to the reality of something deeper. She had given up on any sort of love life and devoted every ounce of energy to her job as station manager of KTEX TV. But as far as she was concerned, the cutthroat world of television programming and advertising revenue was a piece of cake compared to the convoluted labyrinth that was the male mind.
She was mature; men were not.
She wanted inspiring, intellectual dialogue; men wanted sex.
But she had promised herself that she wouldn't have sex again with any man until she knew it was right, until she knew that he was the man she was meant to be with. Which meant one, and only one, thing.
She hadn't had a lot of sex recently.
Given her answers on the Sexy magazine quiz, she had to wonder if she'd ever have sex again.
Had she really filled in the second question with llama? She suppressed an embarrassed cringe. Sure, llamas were an industrious animal, but she had also heard they spit.
As if that was the problem with her answer.
Earlier that evening, while getting ready for the cocktail reception for the Heart Association that was being held at the Hilton Hotel, Chloe had dressed in her usual, simple black cocktail dress that she wore to just that sort of business/social obligation. But when she had looked at herself in the entry hall mirror, taking in her straight shoulder-length dark hair cut in a sensible bob, her oversized glasses, and the bangs that made her look twelve instead of twenty-seven, she was reminded of her grandmother's constant refrain.
"Thank your lucky stars you were born plain-looking, Chloe love. Your gift is being smart and sensible. Don't ever let that desert you."
Her grandmother had died a year ago, and still, even missing her every day, Chloe had to wonder how being plain could possibly be a plus on anyone's list of Great Things to Be.
That's when she realized why an idiotic magazine quiz could upset her so much. Lucky or not, she was plain. She wasn't sexy. Or perhaps more accurately, she had never even tried to be sexy.
That's when everything changed. One minute she was headed to the kitchen for the decadent comfort of a slice of triple-layer velvet cake with whipped cream icing, then the next, something she hadn't recognized flared inside her. She wanted to feel beautiful. She wanted to feel sexy. She wanted to forget the carefully mapped out rules for acceptable and respectable female behavior that her grandmother had instilled in her.
She should have had the cake.
Instead, her heart