The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 148

Chapter 148: I NEED YOU, PLEASE

Abigail

"Okay, but the audacity," Annette stopped dead in the middle of the pasta aisle of the grocery store, her eyes filled with awe.

"The sheer, uncut, audacity of someone putting spyware in Finnegan Wolfe’s computer. I thought that man’s face was enough to scare miscreants away. Who would want to mess with him?"

"His mother, apparently," I hissed, snatching a few bags of pasta off the shelf and tossing them into the shopping cart.

I was never a fan of Gina Wolfe from the very first day I met her, but this was still too diabolical. My mother was dead, but I could never, in a million years, picture her doing something like that to me.

"She really wants to send his ass to prison!"

"Annette, reduce your voice!" I gasped, glancing around. The last thing I needed was this getting out because of me.

Finnegan had been hurt. Sure, he was acting all macho and frozen like the ice tundra, but I had seen those green eyes when he read the receipts on his screen.

He was heartbroken, anyone would be. His own mother had been setting him up.

Or maybe it was someone else framing his mother?

I tossed another bag on the rising pile of food in the shopping cart. No, that day when I caught the decorator on Finnegan’s computer, she had been acting suspicious.

"Sorry," Annette whispered, "Wait a minute, you know we aren’t even thinking about the possibility that your boss could actually be running a crime ring, like some crime overlord and his mother’s out to expose him."

Both of us stared at each other for five seconds before shaking our heads.

"Nope," We chorused.

She buffed her nails on her jacket. "You’re welcome, by the way, I just saved the ice man’s life."

"Oh, my god." I chuckled, following beside her as she pushed the trolley forward.

"I’m just saying, babes, your girl came through. Do you think he’ll give me a free car? One of Wolfe’s exclusive ones that are expensive as fuck?"

"Says the girl who almost had a heart attack when he walked in. Howdy partner, Annie? Really?"

She dissolved into laughter, grabbing the trolley for support. "I panicked! He’s enormous! And those eyes just, damnnn, I see why you are hooked on him. Pictures don’t do him justice, and there’s not enough of him on the internet!"

"Tell me about it," I muttered.

"How do you work next to that every day?"

"Barely." I grabbed a bottle of olive oil, reading the label. "Some days I don’t. All he does is crook his fingers, and I melt like-"

I held up the oil, and she snorted, wiping her eyes.

Should I call him? Did he go to his mother? Wasn’t that a recipe for disaster?

His texts only had my heart bleeding for him. I wanted to comfort him. I ached to take that blinding pain I had seen in his eyes and make it go away.

"You really care about him,"

I blinked rapidly, whipping my head to look at Annie. "Excuse me?"

She only grinned, rolled her shoulders in a shrug, and pushed the trolley.

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