One Mad Night
“She wasn’t really thinking what she was thinking, was she? She wasn’t seriously considering having sex with Ian Rafferty in the conference room…was she?
“Ohmigod, I am,” she said under her breath to her reflection in the milky bathroom light. “You have totally lost your mind.” She used her fingers to try to repair hair that looked wild after a day of wind and snow and running around with salary charts. Her mascara had smudged under her eyes, which she quickly swiped clean with a tissue.
She was not going back in there. She wasn’t. It was ridiculous! Not only was it inappropriate as hell, she should be using this time to go over her pitch, to review her ad. And besides, she was not the sort of person to have a one-night fling. She was a three-date girl—at least three real dates before she would even consider it. She was definitely not the type to have a one-time fling with an office mate who, until a few hours ago, she hadn’t even liked.
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