The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 154

Chapter 154: A TASTE OF HIS OWN MEDICINE

Abigail

Finnegan’s coffee? Check.

His itinerary had already been printed and was placed on top of the morning reports, too.

Anger simmered in my veins because this was the first time I would be seeing him in a week.

Check a fucking million times.

I mean, sure, he had sent me a whole bunch of texts, but none of them had told me where he was or answered the question he had so guiltily avoided the last time he fucked and dumped me off like some cheap slut.

The elevator pinged, and the sound of the doors sliding open had my entire body stiffening and shaking with rage.

No, I would not lose my mind over a man. I was a calm, level-headed person.

I rose from my desk, watching him step off the elevator with Jason. Both of them were in the middle of a conversation. His eyes swept up, and then they fell on me.

My heart leapt into my throat at the sight of him.

Traitor. Who cared if he looked good? Who cared if his dark hair was slicked back and his green eyes softened with relief as they travelled over me?

I didn’t care. I lifted my chin up in the air and bit out in the iciest tone I had ever spoken. "Good morning, Mr. Wolfe."

His eyes widened a fraction at my words. Before he could say anything, though, Jason bumbled forward, his cheeks stained pink as he peeked at my emerald green dress, desperately trying not to glance down at the swell of my tits.

"You look good...I mean, good morning, that’s a really...uh... good morning."

If I weren’t so pissed, I would have laughed. Then I saw a muscle in Finnegan’s jaw tick, and that made me beam back at Jason.

"Thanks, Jason, do you like the dress?"

"Yes," He rushed out before clearing his throat. "Sorry, I’m not a creep, I swear-"

"Jason," Finn growled, his deep voice tinged wth irritation. "You can go back to your office and mail me the rest."

"Yes, boss." Jason’s shoulders sagged immediately, and he stepped back on the elevator.

When the doors closed, Finn rapidly closed the gap between us, stopping so close that I could smell his scent.

My body tingled from the heat radiating off him, and I hated that I had missed that smell.

"Hey," His voice dropped to a soft husky timbre that had little zaps and shivers running down my spine.

"Your itinerary is on your desk." I kept my voice crisp, stepping away from him. "Coffee too. I’m headed down to the conference room to set up for the ten o’clock meeting."

"Abigail," He rasped, reaching for me. I side-stepped him immediately.

"If you need anything before the meeting, you can call down."

"Can we talk?" He moved, blocking my path, green eyes flickering with guilt as they gazed down at me.

"Sure," I spat. "Your words better be that you’re going to explain who Angel is and why you dropped me at my apartment like I was something you ordered and didn’t want anymore after the delivery arrived!"

He swallowed, glancing away from me, and that was fucking enough.

"That’s what I thought," I grumbled, walking past him to the elevator. "Enjoy a dose of your own avoidance syrup, Mr. Wolfe. Feel how it tastes, I hear it’s bitter going down."

He fucking hesitated.

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