The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 85

Chapter 85: LIAR, LIAR, PANTS ON FIRE

Abigail

"A-A package?"

My heart slammed against my chest, beating erratically against my rib cage. My eyes darted to my bag that had somehow landed on the floor.

"Yes," He murmured, his brows furrowing together in agitation.

I pushed off him quickly, before he felt my entire body shake, or saw the lie on my forehead. I awkwardly adjusted my panties, a little moan leaving my lips as I felt some of his cum seep out of my cunt, drenching my panties. If I wasn’t feeling so freaking guilty, I could have tried to enjoy it.

"No, I... I didn’t," A thick lump formed in my throat.

Liar, liar, pants on fire.

My conscience mocked me.

Finnegan rose then, slipping on his pants, his brows still furrowed. His eyes drifted to the glass walls of his office and he stormed towards the door.

Shit, Okay I didn’t think this through. What would happen when he didn’t find the package?

I watched through the glass walls as he strode to his desk, scanning the table top. He pushed some of the documents aside, his shoulders tensing and muscles bunching under his white shirt.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, but it jumped right back up. My palms were sweaty and it wasn’t because I just had phenomenal sex with my boss. It was fear eating at my gut until I felt like puking both the food I ate and the truth.

He bellowed out a curse, dragging a hand through his hair. He whipped around to meet my eyes through the glass and for a second, I feared that he knew what I had done.

He stormed out of the office. The closer he came, the closer I could see the anguish in those green eyes.

"Are you certain there was no package delivered here?" He demanded, his eyes boring intensely into me.

"Y-Yeah," I whispered, biting back the bile that rose up my throat. I had to keep this job.

It wasn’t such a huge lie, was it?

He would forget all about the woman on the plane and I could breathe easy.

"Bloody hell, it must have gotten mixed up or something," He spat. "I don’t even know what delivery company he used and I can’t reach him."

A thrill of relief shot through me at those words. Maybe he would never find out?

"I...I have to tell you something else,"

His eyes were distracted as they turned back to me. My chest knotted into a tight ball.

Did he really want to find me that badly? Focus, ABIGAIL!.

"It’s about Alicia Duke," I straightened my spine, picking up the brown envelope that had the evidence I had gotten. "She’s working with Carlton Gayle,"

Why on earth did that sound dirty?

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