The Stranger Behind My Orgasm

Abigail

"He’s going to crash!"

The black prototype veered off the track, all four tires leaving the ground for one heart-stopping second. My stomach dropped as the car launched into the air before slamming back down with a loud grate, spraying grass and dirt everywhere.

"No, he’s not." Tyler slid closer, his shoulder brushing mine. "Even machines must bow to the great Wolfe,"

He flashed me a grin when I glanced at him. He really thought that was funny?

The vehicle swerved wildly across the grass, the tires screaming and then suddenly the car skidded to a halt.

Every ounce of air left my lungs in a rush.

"See? Totally fine." Tyler chirped, leaning in closer. He smelled like mint, I used to like the smell of mint but he was giving the poor scent a bad name with the way his eyes kept dragging over my tits. "So, about that dinner I mentioned earlier..."

"Excuse me." I murmured, moving quickly towards the car. Tyler called after me but I couldn’t exactly hear him over the loud beating of my heart in my ears. He was nice, but he had the sex appeal of a golden retriever.

Nothing like the man currently climbing out of the prototype.

Finnegan yanked off his gloves sharply, His jaw was clenched so tight a muscle ticked while he scanned the car with blazing eyes.

God, even furious he was devastatingly handsome. He reached for the helmet strap and without thinking, I moved closer.

"Let me, Mr Wolfe,"

He paused, green eyes flicking to mine for a brief moment before he gave a grunt. That was caveman for yes, I guess.

The strap loosened under my fingers and the helmet lifted free. I set it aside and moved to the safety vest wrapped snugly around his torso. The material was thick, warm from his body heat radiating through the fabric.

There were multiple clips holding it secure. What if the crash had been worse? What if the car had turned upside down and the front of the vehicle caved in? How was he so still? He could have died... like mom and Dad.

The apartment Annette and I had driven to on Sunday, had been rundown as hell, it looked straight out of a horror movie. I didn’t think anyone lived there for years. When we stepped in, I half expected a ghost to pop out so I could wack it with my purse, instead all we saw was a spray painted sentence all over the walls.

BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU SEARCH FOR.

It was confusing. Whoever sent me that box wanted me to know the truth, right? So why would they also be threatening me? I didn’t even know my parent’s death was a fucking homicide until they sent me that box and now they wanted me to back off?

"Miss Kellerman." Finnegan’s voice drew me out of my thoughts. I couldn’t look up at him, so I mumbled some response and kept tugging at the damned vest clip that wouldn’t come off.

"You’re shaking." My boss grumbled.

Yeah no shit, Sherlock Holmes.

"I’m fine." To my annoyance, I sounded so breathless you would think I ran a fucking marathon. I couldn’t help it, all I could see was that night, in the car, and my parents, dead.

Finnegan’s hand caught both of mine, pulling them away from the vest. His hand was warm, rough calluses pressing against my palms. I swallowed hard as he held my hands between us, thumbs brushing over the centers of my palms in slow, deliberate circles that sent electricity shooting straight up my arms.

"Soft," he murmured in a deep husky voice and my head tipped back to look up at him.

Big mistake. All the fear was gone and I was shaking from something else entirely.

Those green eyes dropped to where his hands completely engulfed mine, watching as his thumbs continued their torturous exploration, tracing the lines of my palms. A little gasp slipped from my lips when he applied pressure on the tender skin at my wrists.

My knees went weak like noodles.

Heat pooled low in my belly, spreading through my veins like liquid hot magma. My thighs clenched- God, who knew hands could be this erotic?

"Sir!"

I jerked away from him like I had been zapped.

Tyler stood a few feet away, tablet in hand, tapping rapidly, totally oblivious to what just happened.

"The diagnostics came through,"

My boss turned off emotions like flipping a switch, there wasn’t even an ounce of heat in those eyes that had been there seconds ago.

"Show me."

He walked toward Tyler without a backward glance and I knew Tyler was about to get the roasting of his life as Finnegan took the tablet, that muscle still ticking in his jaw. The other engineers hovered nearby, their shoulders tense and they glanced at each other wearily.

Someone was getting fired. Multiple ’someones’. The car had malfunctioned, nearly killing the CEO, heads were about to roll like bowling balls.

"The pressure in the third cylinder is off. Just reinforce these places," He pointed to something on the tablet, "Otherwise, it’s solid work."

The engineers blinked at him like he had spoken Latin. Wait for it, he had to fire someone right-

"Lunch is on me today." Finnegan handed back the tablet, "I want this flawless for the photoshoot next month. The models will be showcasing the final product. It needs to be perfect."

The entire team glowed, beaming with smiles. "Thank you, Mr Wolfe,"

I had to be in the matrix because who was this man? Just last week he fired two people and one of them was an intern who made a spelling error. But these people got free lunch?

The engineers scattered back to their workstations, their voices already animated as they discussed the adjustments. My hands still tingled and my brain was trying very hard not to replay the way his thumbs had felt against my skin.

"So." Tyler materialized at my elbow again, that overwhelming minty cologne hit me. "About that dinner, just you and me, I’ll make it worth your while, Abigail-"

"Miss Kellerman."

Was it just me or did it get several degrees lower? I turned around slowly to see Finnegan by his car, adjusting his cuffs with a bored look on his face.

"I don’t have all day. You can fraternize with Mr. Tyler after you’ve attended to my needs."

My jaw dropped. Tyler’s face went bright red.

Attend to his needs?

"Of course, Mr. Wolfe." I smiled sweetly, sauntering over to him. "I wouldn’t want to neglect your... needs."

His jaw ticked and without a word more he slipped into the backseat of the car. Abigail, one, Finnegan, zero.

****

It took some forty minutes to get back to Wolfe.

"Since you apparently have so much free time to flirt with engineers, you can review the applications for our new models tonight and narrow down the list. We should be having the car launch soon."

Excuse me?

"I wasn’t flirting with Tyler."

"No?" He finally looked up, one eyebrow raised in that infuriating way he always did. "He was practically drooling on you."

"That’s not my fault." I snapped.

"You didn’t exactly discourage him." He hissed, taking a step closer. "You’re my assistant, not some pick up girl, act like it."

A pick up girl? No he didn’t fucking go there.

"Act like it?" My voice rose despite my best efforts to keep it low. "I do everything you ask. I anticipate your needs before you even voice them, down to what brand of coffee you prefer and how you take it. So forgive me if I didn’t tell Tyler to fuck off because my boss is such an intolerable bast-"

I gasped as he closed the gap between and suddenly I was backed against the elevator wall, his hands slamming on either side of my head, caging me.

"Finish that sentence," he murmured, his breath fanning my face. "I dare you."