The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 21

Chapter 21: CAR TESTING

Finnegan

"If you’re going to stand there staring, Miss Kellerman, I need those accounts settled today, not next year."

My assistant blinked, snapping out of whatever thoughts had her spacing out by my desk.

A faint pink blush crept up her neck, spreading to her cheeks, the warm color radiating down across her chest and the bit of shoulders peeking from her wide neckline.

The sheer white top she had on, hugged her form rather snuggly, it was hard not to notice the rise and fall of her...chest as she drew in a breath.

"It’s a good thing I’m not a snail then, Mr. Wolfe," she replied, a sarcastic smile playing on her lips while her cornflower orbs eyes flashed at me with a brazen fire dancing in them.

I ignored her snappy tongue and dropped into my chair. The board meeting had run long, two tedious hours of my mother needling every decision I made while the other board members watched like spectators at a tennis match. It happened every month, every day, ever since father died, I’d been left to bear the brunt of her and-

My phone buzzed with a message from the PI I hired to find Red.

James: Sir, I’m making progress on getting the airport surveillance. I need the flight details, date, time, gate number if you have it. The more specific, the faster I can isolate footage.

My heart lurched up to my throat. If he could get the footage then he would know who she was and I could find her. I had to find her.

God, she plagued my dreams and just the thought of her had my cock rock hard with every fucking breath. Aphrodite had been a distraction, a one time thing, a sexy as hell distraction at that, but I doubted I would see her again.

My sexy, dirty goddess.

A groan slipped from my lips as my cock lurched harder, shamelessly straining against my pants.

Saturday night had been the first night in months, since meeting Red that I had gotten relief. What I would give to be back there again, sinking my fingers into that satiny smooth skin, her pussy sheathing my cock as she took every inch, moaning and mewling for me.

My fingers moved to the keyboard automatically, pulling up my travel records from that night, some three months ago. I was typing the details when movement outside my office caught my eye through the glass wall.

"Come on, you piece of shit,"Abigail stood at the printer on the secretary’s desk, glaring daggers at it. The machine sat silent, it was jammed again no doubt. She smacked the side of it with her palm, threatening it.

She hit it again, harder this time, and the printer suddenly whirred to life like it had just been waiting for the right amount of violence.

Silly woman, I mused, frowning at her antics. She was effective, I suppose as an executive assistant especially since she was also standing in as my secretary until we could hire someone to replace Miss Hamon.

She had resigned stating she was moving out of the state. Miss Kellerman was filling in quite well and she was competent, more competent than any assistant I had in years. Sharp, organized, just a little too witty for her own good.

The printer spat out pages and she gathered them, her fingers running absently over the paper as she stared at nothing.

There was that faraway look again on her face. What had her lost in thought? She had that look when I walked into my office earlier. Her fingers trailed slowly across the pages, smoothing them out. They were dainty and slender and something told me they would feel soft.

My cock stirred.

Christ. I dragged my gaze away and focused back on my phone, but the image of her hands moving across the paper stayed burned in my head.

I was projecting. Aphrodite had gotten under my skin Saturday night and now I was seeing her everywhere.

"Mr. Wolfe?"

She stood in my doorway, files in hand and that faraway expression gone.

"If you’re done caressing the papers," I said dryly, "what’s next on my schedule?"

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