FINN
“And my job is to clean up, Mr Sterling.” she said reassuringly, boldly picking the challenge I was throwing.
I had her pinned between my desk and my body, the scent of her—a mix of industrial lavender and something soft, like honey and vanilla—filling my lungs until I just couldn't think straight.
I slowly let one of my hands crawl up her body, until I hooked it into the neckline of her shirt. Right there, I could feel the thrum of her pulse against my knuckle.
"You’re playing a dangerous game, Julia," I murmured, my voice sounding like it had been dragged over gravel. "A janitor? With a face like this and a body that’s been begging to be used by me? You’re either the most dedicated worker in this city, or you’re exactly what I think you are."
"And what’s that, Finn?" she brea
