Page 71 of Tempting the Player
“Fuck,” he groaned out.
Smiling, she tucked his semi-hard sex back into his pants, zipped, and buttoned him up. “Do I need to drive?”
“No. No. I got this.” He put both hands on the steering wheel and nodded. “Yeah, I got this.”
Feeling warm and pleased with herself, Bridget redid her seat belt and settled back.
Several moments passed before Chad seemed able to speak again. “Wow. That was— There are no words.” A lopsided grin appeared on his lips. “It’s a damn good thing no photo-hags got a picture of that, though.”
In that moment, Bridget forgot everything. Turning to him, she laughed out loud. “Yeah, I doubt Miss Gore would be pleased with those pictures.”
The day before Christmas Eve was a lazy day at work. Employees always cut out around three or earlier. Nothing got done, but that was okay, because Bridget and Madison were ready for the Gala and that was all that mattered.
So Bridget played Solitaire on her computer and tended her crops on Farmville until she found herself staring at her computer, thinking about Chad.
Goodness, he’d looked amazing at the event—the whole night had been amazing. A stupid, silly grin appeared on her face.
The Christmas dinner for the Nationals had been perfect and Chad…. She wanted to pat herself on the back for what went down in his Jeep. She had been pretty damn perfect herself.
Though, it probably wasn’t smart to do anything like that again. Even she’d said they shouldn’t complicate things, but she figured she owed him. When he’d dropped her off at her apartment, she’d made a hasty exit, knowing that if she stayed a moment longer, the night would’ve ended in sex.
Her phone rang, startling her enough that she jerked back from the computer. “Office of Madison Daniels, how can I help you?”
“Miss Rodgers, can you see Director Bernstein please?”
Bridget felt like a tool, since she should’ve known it was an internal call. “Yes. I’ll be right there.”
