Page 94 of Twist of Fate
A moment later, as I’m sitting at my desk waiting for his reply, my email notification chimes.
From: [email protected]
Re: Meeting Request
Aisling,
Could you come to my office? I have something I wish to discuss with you.
Thanks.
Finn Larkin-O’Connell
Acting CEO, O’Connell Tours
I roll my eyes, smiling to myself.
Aisling
Smart ass.
Finn
I’ve told you before, darlin’. It’s arse. Now, get yours up here.
I wait ten minutes just to mess with him, and then, with as much calm as I can muster, I rise from my desk and head to the elevator.
It’s been two weeks since that night at his parents’ house. Two weeks since we finally gave in to this thing between us; we spent an unforgettable night swimming under the stars. When we finally emerged from the pool, we got dressed and took a somewhat soggy cab ride back to his apartment, where we spent the entire weekend in bed together. I always imagined Finn to be a good lover, but I had no idea.
No freaking clue.
He was attentive and giving.
And that mouth? The things he said and did with it should really be considered illegal.
I can’t help the blush that creeps up my neck as I exit the elevator and walk down the hallway toward his office. I pretend to adjust the collar of my blouse while passing Finn’s assistant, hoping she doesn’t notice. She must know I’m expected because she barely spares me a second glance as I step into his open door.
The second I cross the threshold, the door shuts, and I’m pinned against it by Finn’s hard body. I let out a startled gasp as I hear the sound of the lock click in place.
“You’re late,” Finn whispers in my ear.
“Are you going to punish me?”
The tip of his nose brushes against my neck as he releases a low chuckle. “I really shouldn’t be doing this, but you make me feel fucking desperate. I couldn’t go another minute without touching you or hearing those sexy little sounds you make.”
His hand skates down my thigh, reaching the hem of my skirt. God, were we really going to—his hand slides underneath to cup my ass. I whimper.
“Yeah, just like that.”
He hoists me up, and my legs wrap around his middle, making my skirt pool around my waist. He leads us to the large mahogany desk. It’s then that I realize I still haven’t asked him why he didn’t remodel in here.
I remember finding it strange the first time I walked in here—how dark and moody it was compared to the rest of the building. It was like stepping back in time, and I knew it was not due to a lack of funds.
But right now isn’t exactly the time to ask. Not when…
“Oh, god.” I let out a moan as he places me on the desk, and then—before I even have a chance to breathe—he flips me around so my stomach lies flat on the cool wood. He hikes up my skirt, his palm sliding up between my thighs as he uses his foot to kick my legs further apart.
