Abigail
Finnegan Wolfe was gorgeous.
That was an understatement, if there was any other word to describe every inch of taut bronze skin that he revealed when he peeled off his shirt, I couldn't find it.
My mouth went dry as the white shirt slid off his arms with a tug, leaving him in a snug singlet that hugged his huge muscular frame.
I knew that body, I had gotten my brain pounded to mush by that body. I had never seen that body outside the club and that one one time on the plane though so forgive my drooling, I couldn't fucking help it.
"What are the reports from the marketing team?"
Right, reports. I was supposed to be reading him the reports.
My fingers dug into the tablet, gripping it tighter, as I tried to make sense of the words on the screen.
His back was turned to me while the attendant held up a crisp fine linen shirt that he would be wearing for the launch.
