Abigail
The intercom crackled to life on my desk.
"Miss Kellerman. My office. Now."
I rolled my eyes at the ceiling of my office for the past two weeks. Two entire weeks of Finnegan Wolfe barking orders at me like I was some intern instead of the executive assistant who kept his entire schedule from turning into a mess.
Did he really not recognize me? I had stewed on that question like some mad woman every single day in the past two weeks. I mean sure I had changed my hair from that awful crimson to my natural dark waves. I had switched perfumes too-but come on!
His cock had been inside me. Deep inside me. In an airplane bathroom where he'd pinned me against the wall and fucked me until I couldn't remember my own name.
