The Stranger Behind My Orgasm

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 brown 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.

A coincidence? I doubted it.

Raymond had said not to contact him but he didn’t say anything about not investigating for myself. If we couldn’t find the answers on the web, then I would just have to pay Mom and Dad’s old company ruins a visit.

"Hello, earth to Abby?"

"I’m sorry," I chuckled, checking the Todo list on my tablet while waiting for him to catch up. The hall was packed. It housed some five hundred guests, seated around round tables, all dressed in dashing suits and ball gowns.

Golden lights moved across the hall, Wolfe’s employees were seated in a section and most of them were currently watching Ted try to chug down a whole bottle of wine.

"I just need to check on the visual team and then I’m all yours, I promise."

"You invited me as your plus one and then sprinted away from me the second we walked in." Eric fell into step beside me, grinning. "I’m beginning to think you don’t actually like me."

"Oh, what gave it away?" I cocked my head to the side, arching a brow. "The dress, or me working on the side?"

"Both," He quipped, running his eyes down my burgundy dress, giving a low groan. "Though I’ll admit multitasking is very sexy."

I swatted his chest and turned to continue strutting through the spaces between the tables. "Everything I do is very sexy, Eric, keep up."

"Yes ma’am," He laughed behind me. The performers on stage had the crowd’s attention for maybe another twelve minutes before the program moved and I needed to confirm the presentation was ready before Mr Wolfe’s speech.

I had promised him it would be perfect.

My burgundy satin dress didn’t make walking fast easy though. It draped off the shoulder, the crystals along the neckline catching every golden light glimmer in the room.

There were pleats at the hips and a long slit on my right thigh that opened with every stride I took. My tits jiggled with each step, tightly packed and pushed up against the deep neckline, those crystals wiggling around them.

I looked sexy, I knew I did and I sure as hell deserved to look sexy after busting my ass for three months trying to make this event perfect.

I found the visual team lead at the side panel. They ran through the slideshow twice, confirmed the backup was loaded, the clicker was charged and Mr Wolfe would have absolutely no problems during his presentation.

Wonderful.

"Eric, come on, you can’t keep following me around," I pointed toward our table. "Please go sit, I’ll be back? Please?"

He gave me an impish grin."You keep saying that."

"And I keep being right. Go, I’ll just tell Mr Wolfe his presentation is ready and I’ll be all yours for the evening,"

"Lies," He chuckled, taking my hand in his and bringing it up to his lips. "I’ll be waiting anyway,"

Why didn’t the butterflies in my stomach flutter at that, god, he was so sweet.

Yet just the mere thought of walking to Mr Wolfe’s desk and the butterflies fluttered and flapped and jibby jabbered everywhere as I crossed the floor toward his table.

He was seated with his mother, who was dressed too beautiful for the witch witch that she was. A deep navy gown with diamonds at her throat, sitting up so straight, I could use her spine as a ruler.

She was beautiful, especially for an old woman. I would give her that. He sat next to her, his phone face down on the table, watching the performers with a stone cold look, wearing that suit.

God, that suit.

I had fitted that suit. I had stood close enough to feel the warmth of his skin through the fabric, his breath teasing my face. For all the nights that followed since that day, that moment was all I could dream about and I needed to stop thinking about that right now.

I leaned down close to his ear, one hand on the back of his chair.

"The slideshow presentation is confirmed and ready, sir. The visual team is standing by."

He turned his head slightly, and my breath caught, suddenly very aware of how close we were. How close his face was to mine. His jaw was on the same level with my mouth and his eyes dropped briefly to my lips, then lower.

I bit back whatever silly sigh was going to slip from my lips. This had to end.

"Good," he replied and I straightened ready to leave. "Where are you going?"

I blinked, my forehead creasing with a frown. "To my seat, sir. My date has been waiting for me,"

His eyes moved, sweeping across the room and they stopped at our table where Eric was.

"Finnegan." Gina Wolfe cut in, "Did you notice they changed the third segment of the program? I don’t know why they would move the keynote before the reveal, it disrupts the entire thing!"

"It was my decision, mother," he murmured and I strutted off quickly before I did something crazy like curse at the old woman. I had made it barely eight steps when something cold hit my chest, spilling right over the top of my tits.

The man who had bumped into me just gaped at them in shock like a fucking Buffon, holding an empty wine glass.

"Really?" I scoffed and he blinked rapidly giving me a sheepish grin.

A stupid sheepish grin. He had done it on purpose.

"The least you could do is apologize," I snapped and that wiped the grin off his face instantly. "Or would you like to pay me 700 dollars for ruining my dress?"

"Sorry," He mumbled while his buddies a few tables away cackled. Idiots, all of them.

Giving Eric a sheepish smile, I gestured that I would be going to the bathroom.

The ladies room was thankfully empty. I grabbed paper towels and blotted the wine off the top of my tits down my dress. The stain didn’t seem to stand out much, thankfully.

The door opened behind me and in the mirror, I watched my least favorite blonde bimbo strut in a floor length emerald dress.

Great, like I needed this like now. Thank you, Universe.

She moved to the mirror beside mine, checking her lipstick, letting the silence sit for a moment before she opened her mouth.

"We need to talk,"

Tossing the tissue in the waste bin, I gave her a wide smile and strutted towards the door.

"Fine, leave, I’m sure by the end of tonight, the boss will fire you though."

That halted me in my tracks, goosebumps rising on my skin. What did she mean? Did she know about SANCTUARY? Or worse, had she told Finnegan?

I turned back, my heartbeat thundering in my chest.