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.
