Abigail
"So I can't smile at you whenever we're working?"
Finnegan sat across from me on the couch, one ankle crossed over his knee, his emerald green eyes narrowed at me. If he was wondering if I was being deliberately obtuse, yeah, yeah I was.
He had driven us to his penthouse after the... encounter in his car. I could hardly step out of the vehicle without wincing, good lord, he wrecked my poor pussy to the limit.
Now, we had to talk. We had gotten past the whole I lied to him bit, at least I hoped that we had.
"I didn't say that, I said we would have to be strictly professional at work. You will be Miss Kellerman to me. We cannot blur the lines, Abigail. Work stays in its place and our arrangement in its own place."
"Oh, so I can smile at you." I tilted my head, a playful grin toying on my lips.
God, he looked so sexy when he was serious.
"I understand that we can't have sex, but what about this? Can I do this?"
