Finnegan
"Are you rounding off soon?"
My assistant glanced up from the computer screen gleaming over her face. Dark circles weighed under her blue eyes as she shook her head. "I'm just tying up some loose ends, sir,I might be a bit late."
I glanced at the clock display on her desk. 5:55 pm. It was past the close of work. We hadn't spoken much ever since I came back from Denver two days ago.
I tugged at my cufflinks, hating the way my feet awkwardly shuffled before her desk. I had places to be. The club was open tonight and I had to be balls deep in Aphrodite before the night was over.
If she hadn't found another lover.
I should be hurrying my ass out of here.
"You fainted two days ago,"
"I'm aware of that, sir, I was there."
"Has it happened again?."
Her eyes fixed in a glare so sharp it could have sliced me in half if it was an actual sword. "I'm not a sickler, Mr. Wolfe. It was a one off,"
"You were unconscious for six minutes,"
