Abigail
"Whoa, damn, slow down, sexy."
I laughed, caught myself from taking another step and turning around. Eric was three steps behind me, his long legs eating up the distance between us.
His tuxedo jacket already slightly askew but he cleaned up nicely. When he had called yesterday asking if I wanted to come to the launch with him, I didn't see a reason to say no. He was nice, he was funny as fuck, and I needed to cut this obsession with my boss.
Annette was right after all. I couldn't continue messing around with him and expect not to get caught.
Besides I had bigger things to worry about. Two days ago, I found out my parents death were possibly a part of something bigger. Something much more dangerous.
When I got home, Annette and I had say down researching on the company they used to work for, but they were closed down already due to a fire incident. Coincidence? I doubted it.
