Finnegan
That burgundy dress was going to be a problem. My problem.
It had been a problem since she walked in with Eric Lewis's hand at her back, so close to that ass. It didn't help that she was everywhere, checking the catering team, visual team. I knew she was just doing her job.
Tell that to my hands, they were trembling to tear the dress off her body.
The crystals along her neckline caught and threw gold light every time she moved, making them dance across the top of her tits. Every single time the slit opened with each stride, flashing a long tanned gorgeous thigh, I got even fucking harder.
But now she wasn't here. I hadn't seen her in the hall in the last five minutes and Eric sat alone at their table.
Fuck. When was the Sanctuary opening again?
