But it still didn't add up. And it begged the question—how many other men had she been giving free "massages" to when the moment had just overcome her? Nick didn't want to think about that.
He nodded as the bald director ran through the configuration of their network and other dry details that Nick knew he should be listening to. The thought of Abbey coming back again, tonight, wanting him again, needing to make love to him like he needed to make love to her, was consuming him.
But it wouldn't happen. He'd insulted her. She hated him. No, Abbey wasn't coming back. He'd never see her again, of that he was sure. His gut tightened.
Maybe he could just hang around in the foyer until she appeared for work.
Nick shook his head. This was ridiculous. Her story was most likely a lie. And if she wasn't prepared to tell him last night who or what she was, then he didn't want to see her again.
No one lies to Nick Delaware, and no one makes a fool of him.
Abbey had done both.
