The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 155

Chapter 155: I’M SORRY.

Finnegan

"Should I get her flowers?"

Henry was quiet on the other end for a few seconds. "How angry is she?"

"Very angry? I have seen her angry, but not like this," I grumbled, eyeing the door to my office.

Abigail would be here any minute. I couldn’t believe I had to resort to trickery just to get her back in the bloody office.

The lunch I had ordered for both of us sat on the ceramic table in the middle of my office. I knew she would be furious, I just didn’t know what the hell to say or do to make it better.

"Then she’ll throw them at your face." Henry chuckled. I could hear him moving around on his end, something clattering in the background.

"Never thought I would see the day you asked me for relationship advice."

"Drop it, Henry."

"I’m just saying," he teased.

"Are you going to help me or not?!"

"You’ve got it bad. Ooohh, Finn has it bad for his assistant."

"Goodbye, Henry."

I should have known he’d tease me.

"Don’t hang up, I’m being supportive!"

I ended the call, dropping the phone on my desk with a clatter. I knew I was knee deep when I had texted her twice. They had ticked blue, which meant she had read them but refused to respond.

It felt like someone placed a huge as hell elephant on my chest, and it could only be removed if I saw her.

I had practically been shaking with excitement at the thought of seeing her today, and she was beautiful as ever.

Fuck, those pretty blue eyes had stared so blankly at me all day. Where was her smile, where were the lights that danced in her eyes when she saw me?

When did she start to matter so much like this? What was this maddening desire to make her happy, to clear whatever this was between us so she could go back to being my bubbly, brimming with life, Abigail?

My office door opened, and along with the slight breeze that entered, the scent of jasmine, her scent, followed along.

She looked gorgeous in green. A scorching heat filled my bones as my eyes raked from her black pumps up those pretty long legs, over the flare of her hips in the dress as it hugged her tightly, up her waist, and then the deep neckline of her dress that Jason had ogled this morning.

That little piece of-fuck, I shouldn’t be so possessive when it came to her, but I couldn’t help it.

Her dark hair was down and loose around her shoulders. Her cornflower blue eyes were blank again as she stalked to my desk, hips swaying.

They narrowed on the file sitting right next to my laptop.

"Isn’t that the file you said you couldn’t find?"

"Maybe," I muttered, wishing she would look at me, dammit. "Read me the third page, Miss Kellerman."

Her eyes flashed to me then, lips curled in irritation. When she reached to take the file, my hand closed around her wrist.

"Let go," she muttered, trying to yank her hand away.

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