Abigail
Finnegan had absolutely no right to look that composed while I was sitting mere meters away from him completely drenched in my underwear-which was his fault.
The smug look on his face every time his green eyes slid to mine during the meeting was evidence that he knew I was squirming in my seat.
Jerk.
"These are the projections for the new design," He announced, projecting the screen of his laptop on the projection screen in the conference room.
"We'll adjust in line with it, Boss," the head of finance replied bowing his head.
It had been two weeks since we had agreed on our arrangement, it was weird calling it that considering it was just us fucking each other like rabbits.
We had agreed to keep our hands off each other at work though. Guess who broke the agreement this morning?
The tall cup of white chocolate sitting next to me discussing the finances required for the Dorian partnership with the department heads.
