Abigail
"Mother,"
Jesus Holy Christ, I was fucked.
I was off the desk before the word finished leaving his mouth, yanking my skirt down while my entire body buzzed and thrummed with liquid fire.
He had already moved so quickly, several steps away from me approaching an elegant old woman who walked into the office ranting on the phone.
"- I told him the Maldives property was a mistake from the beginning and he simply refused to listen, which is exactly the problem with him, he doesn't freaking listen," Her eyes swept the office once, landed on Finn, moved to me then moved back to Finn. "I'll call you back."
Wait a minute. Did he just say, Mother?!
She ended the call and dropped her phone into a bag, her silver grey hair pulled up into a sleek burn. She was tall, angular, dressed in a white, winter suit that accentuated her curves . Her face was striking and cold, and her eyes were the same shade as Finnegan's. But she was extremely beautiful.
