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anyway.” Clint was looking now for a servant and ushered one over by raising his arm and moving two of his middle fingers in a, ‘come over here’ like gesture. I was completely confused at his dismissal. I had not been rude and I thought we had enjoyed each other’s company, but now, he was quickly trying to get me to leave.
    “Did I do something wrong?” I stared at Clint, a little hurt he was being so openly dismissive and that he hadn’t bothered to explain any of the obscure conversation we just had. He turned me towards him and his hands caressed the length of my arms, his face tensing as he touched me. “Norah, I normally don’t ask people to leave these parties, it’s not allowed until,” and he stopped and paused, “but I’m the group leader, and I think you should go. I don’t want you to stay any longer, and I am getting you a limo so you can go home right now.”
    I was now officially offended by his eagerness to get rid of me. What a complete ass!   Instant anger bubbled to the surface and I spat out, “I am not leaving until I get Josh!” I pushed past Clint, a little shaken by how hurt I was feeling. I needed to find Josh and leave as quickly as I could before I started to cry from being so completely caught off-guard by his rudeness. 
    As I quickened my pace back to the ballroom, I could hear Clint’s footsteps not far behind me.
    “Norah, stop, stop!” He was trying to catch up, but I maneuvered myself quickly between the tuxes and sparkly clad Barbie look-a-likes that were littered in groups around the ballroom.
    “Has anyone seen Josh Hollows?” I asked out loud, hoping to get someone’s attention who might know.
    “He’s in the study behind the wine bar,” a voice snickered from the crowd. I searched with my eyes for the wine bar which was across the ballroom. As I strode across the floor, a hand reached out and grabbed my wrist, “Wait gorgeous, you haven’t been deflowered yet have you?”
    I ripped the drunken stiff’s hand from my arm, “Take your fucking hand off me!” I growled harshly at his face. Both his hands instantly went up like I had screamed bloody murder and he retreated immediately back into the sea of people. I was at my maximum level of intolerance and felt a surge of anger run through me as I was quickly getting the idea this was no ordinary party. Hurrying to the back of the wine bar, I could still hear the sound of rushing feet behind me. Reaching the door of the study, I didn’t knock; I just burst in with clear determination to find Josh.
    Have you ever had a moment in time when it felt like it moved in slow motion? As if a split second felt like an hour because your mind cannot seem to process in the instant it’s supposed to, and the moment implodes on itself so you can barely breathe, and everything feels like a dream. A slow, heart-wrenching, time-freezing, dream.
    Well, this was one of those moments for me.
    I was halted immediately as I walked in. I was unable to get a breath out as I desperately tried to make sense of what I was looking at. My eyes met Josh’s, who was absolutely still when he saw me. Bile rose up in my throat. The study had wall to wall bookcases and in the middle, a grand wooden desk. Josh was standing at the desk, his tuxedo pants and boxers around his ankles. A blond Barbie-looking girl sat on the desk, her blue silk sapphire dress lifted above her stomach, her bare legs gripped around Josh’s naked waist. Josh had stilled, mid-thrust.
    This is a joke right? Someone please jump out and tell me this is a fucking joke.
    Clint came up behind me, breathing heavily like he had been running, “Norah,” and he put his arm around my shoulders to try and lead me away. I shifted out of his grip, looked over at Josh and then back at Clint, finally fully grasping what I had walked in on. My lip quivered and my eyes welled up. I looked at Josh, my pain and humiliation obvious, and that I simply couldn’t hide on my face. He just