The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 188

Chapter 188: WHO ARE YOU?

Abigail

"Mrs. Kellerman, the caterers have been stabilized. There’s no issue anymore," one of the chefs for the gala reported, dipping his head with the tall white cap bobbing as he did.

It had been four days since Santorini, and I was still drifting around in a dreamy haze.

The Wolfe Corporation charity gala was in full swing. The hall was lit up with crystal chandeliers, a live orchestra, and the city’s elite businessmen and billionaires packed the room.

I loved balls and parties, but managing one was a whole different ball game. I needed it to go as flawlessly as possible so Finnegan could have one less thing to worry about.

His witch of a mother was around, and that was enough headache, considering she’d tried to change the entire order of the program.

My sleek, backless emerald green gown clung to every curve. The dress had a high slit that flashed my leg with every step, and I’d paired it with strappy gold heels.

Around my waist, hidden beneath the silk dress, sat the delicate gold waist chain Finnegan had bought me in Santorini.

It was thin and elegant, with tiny emerald charms that caught the light whenever I moved. Every time it shifted against my skin, I remembered his hands fastening it on me and his tongue tracing the upper part of my belly while it dipped and flexed under his tongue.

Ooh la la. Just thinking about it had my pussy clenching deliciously.

I finished giving instructions to the catering manager and glanced across the crowded hall. Our gazes locked instantly.

Finnegan stood near the center, looking devastating in his perfectly tailored black tuxedo. The moment our gazes met, I shot him a little wink.

His emerald eyes widened slightly before he quickly looked away, jaw tightening. I had to bite my lip to stop myself from laughing.

God, I couldn’t stop thinking about Santorini.

The way he’d fucked me against the infinity pool railing at sunset, all the pink and orange swirling in the sky and the water around us.

The private boat trip where he’d gone down on me and ate my pussy out for so long I’d nearly passed out. The lazy mornings where he fed me fresh fruit and kissed every inch of my body like he had all the time in the world.

And that night on the terrace when he held me for hours, just talking quietly under the stars.

I was becoming dangerously addicted to this man.

I wove through the crowd to update him on the catering. As I approached, the group of businessmen around him turned.

"Miss Kellerman," one of them greeted warmly, eyes lingering on my tits as if he’d yank them out if he could. "You look absolutely stunning tonight. Wolfe is lucky to have such a beautiful and competent assistant."

Right — that’s why you’re pretty much drooling, sir.

Another man smiled flirtatiously. "If you ever get tired of working for this grouch, my company would love to have you."

I smiled politely. "Thank you, gentlemen. That’s very kind."

Finnegan’s eyes darkened with jealousy. The possessive look on his face sent a hot thrill straight between my legs.

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