Abigail
Monday morning arrived too quickly, dragging us back from the dreamy escape of the weekend into work. So much work. I had been on my feet for what felt like forever, even though it was barely eleven o'clock.
The conference room was filled with engineers and department heads, along with the mechanical design, finance, and accounting teams.
My man sat at the head, looking every inch the commanding CEO in his black-as-night suit. His eyes drifted to me, where I sat to his right, and they lingered.
They stayed on my face, his green eyes softening into a look that turned my stomach to jelly and made me want to ruffle his perfectly slicked-back hair.
I wiggled my brows at him, and the corner of his lips quirked up before he looked away. I was getting hooked on his smile, Lord have mercy.
"So what's the agenda for the upcoming VTD engine upgrade test on the racetrack?" Finn asked.
The head of Engineering shifted in his seat. "It's ready for testing, sir."
