In A Wild Moment (Billionaire In Love 1)
unconventional that will really get people talking. And I want some dirt on Sam as well. I don't like him or the way he looks at me. There's got to me something that I can get on him so that he'll be forced to give my ideas the consideration they merit. There's gotta be something going on with him and that receptionist, right? I've seen the way they look at each other.” Her mind was whirling with machinations, and it was scaring Mandy. The mousy-haired woman looked at Scarlett with wide eyes and urged her to take a seat.
    “I think you're thinking about this too much. And I can't blame them for talking to you. After what happened at the party, you shouldn't be surprised either.”
    Scarlett whirled around, her eyes so wide that the whites were visible. She gripped the arms of Mandy's chair and looked at her new friend directly in the eyes, unsettling her.
    “What do you mean what I did at the party? Did I do something that I don't remember? Was it when I knocked over those files on the way out? Are they really judging me on that? I wasn't the only one who got drunk, was I? God... Mandy, what did I do?”
    Mandy looked at her with a puzzled expression and glanced at the door, wondering if there was a quick way to escape.
    “Well,” she began, making sure to choose her words carefully because Scarlett seemed little unpredictable at the moment, and Mandy didn't know how she was going to react. “It's not so much what you did… I mean, you may not have done anything, but you know… it's not everyone that gets to spend time alone with Jack.”
    “Jack...?” Scarlett asked, staggering back to her seat and falling into it.
    “Yeah, did you not realize who you were talking to? That was Jack Keyes. I thought you knew.”
    “Oh my god,” Scarlett said, placing her head in her hands.
    “When we all saw him go into the break room, we were surprised. You guys were in there for quite a while. It was the only thing anyone could talk about. When he's in town, he never usually comes to the office parties, and if he does he only usually stays for a little while. Pretty much every woman in the office would give anything for some one-on-one time with him—hell, a lot of the men would too. So come on. I'm your friend. Tell me what happened.”
    Scarlett only groaned. “I made a complete and utter fool of myself. You could have told me he was coming!”
    “I didn't know! He just showed up. Why? What did you do? Are the girls right? Everyone thinks that something happened. Although… well, I don't know if I should tell you this, but some of them don't think that you're his type, and some are sure they heard that he's with a Russian ballet dancer at the moment.”
    The thought of him with another woman was painful to Scarlett, but that feeling was still second to the embarrassment she felt.
    “I think I need to quit this job.”
    “What happened?”
    “I ended up practically crying on his shoulder. He made me coffee and asked me what was wrong, so I told him. Of course, because I was drunk, I ended up babbling and telling him much more than I should have, and now he probably thinks that I'm some kind of idiot. Oh God, he didn't even tell me his name. I had no idea who he was! That was unfair I think. I mean, he should have told me his name.”
    “Was that it?” Mandy asked, still eager to hear more.
    “No,” Scarlett said, and was then unsure of how much she should reveal to Mandy. But it was burning up inside her and she had to tell someone. “We ended up kissing.”
    Mandy looked at her in shock. Scarlett, still with her head in her hands, moved her eyes to look at Mandy.
    “That's um... wow, you are certainly going to be the envy of the office.”
    “No... no no no. You can't tell anyone about this. I mean, what if it gets out? I don't want to be seen as the office slut. I've already got a bad image as it is. No, it was just… I don't know. It just happened. I was resting my head on his shoulder, and then I looked at

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