Turning my attention to the rest of the room, I begin the meeting. “I have heard reports you all wanted to act out against Kit-Kat while I’d been gone. Someone want to explain to me why?” I demand.
“We weren’t acting out,” Ember states from the back of the group.
“If that’s so, then why did she inform me that you in particular were the main culprit?”
Ember’s face brightens with anger and I can see she’s going to be a problem. But until she gives me a reason to fire her, I can’t and won’t.
“It doesn’t matter your reasons why you all decided to act as if you were in junior high. I will say this now. You do it again, you’re out. I won’t tolerate it and you all know this. I can easily find new talent to replace each of you. Am I understood?” Each one of the women answers with a ‘Yes, sir.’
“Good, now, I’d like to introduce Bridget, she’s my wife and you all will show her the respect she deserves as she will also be your boss,” I announce, and my woman tenses in my arms then relaxes.
I’m filled with a sense of pride that my wife is trusting me to care for her, even in a moment like this one.
“You’re married? Since when?” Ember fumes.
“It’s none of your concern. All you need to know is that Bridget is my wife and you all will be answering to her from now on. Yes, I will still be here working as this is where my office is, but Bridget is now in charge,” I declare.
“Um, Dean, are you sure about this?” Bridget murmurs her question.
“You married some British chick?” Sapphire asks, seeming aghast.
“I’m not British. I’m Irish and if you have a problem with me being anything else then keep your comments to yourself,” Bridget remarks, straightening her spine. “There’re some major differences between the two. One being that they’re two different countries separated by water. If you didn’t know that then go look it up on a map.”
“Damn boss, she’s got fire,” Kit-Kat snorts, and I hear Mitch along with my other men standing around the room chuckle.
“Kit-Kat, you haven’t seen anything yet. Boss’ wife is a nut with her dramatics,” Mitch chuckles.
“I am not dramatic. Why you all seem to think so is beyond me. I’m simply stating a fact that she should have already known. I would say something about it having to do with her being a blonde bimbo but then I’d be stating it against myself and I’m not dumb. I made straight A’s in school,” Bridget rambles, her accent growing thicker as she rants.
Grinning, I tighten my hold on her to keep her from going off the deep end. “Calm down, mo chuisle.”
“I am calm,” she retorts.
“If you say so,” I say and press a kiss to the side of her head. I again turn my attention back to the room. “You will not disrespect Bridget in any way. She’s your boss and you’ll treat her as such. As you just saw she doesn’t have a problem with putting you in your place, but if it comes to that then I will be intervening, and you won’t like the consequences.”
A majority of the women nod their heads in understanding while a couple of them cast their glare at my wife. I know I’m not the only one to notice this considering the way Kenyon and Mitch both straighten. The two of them have earned her respect and they’ll do anything for her.
Well, to an extent, they will do anything for her. What they won’t do is go against any orders I give them where her safety is concerned.
They were there when shit went down in Ireland. Mitch and Kenyon both have told me how she reacted, and I’d been waiting on her to finally breakdown and release her emotions about it all. However, she hadn’t given me anything until a bit ago when she admitted to being scared.
For her to finally admit to it shows me she needs to let it out. To finally relieve the heartache she felt. I remember the gun going off as Kean stabbed me. I know she shot him and doing that will fuck with anyone’s head. It’s time she gives it to me.
Finishing the meeting, I guide Bridget back out of the room and head for the exit. Time for me to show her what it means to be mine.
Chapter 16
Bridget
The moment we’re home, I don’t know why but I all but launch myself at Dean. Though I’m thoughtful of where he’d been hurt. Unlike this morning when he’d taken me in the shower.
I wrap my arms around Dean’s neck and pull his mouth to mine. I guess you can blame it on the way he stood up for me and made me feel safe yet didn’t coddle me in front of those other women. He also didn’t go against what I said to that bimbo for calling me British. It really ticks me off when people automatically assume I’m from the United Kingdom, rather than simply asking where I’m from.
Kissing my husband for the first time, I mean yes, I’ve kissed him, but this is the first time I’ve initiated one.
My tongue peeks out and swipes across Dean’s lips. He opens allowing me access. It feels empowering to have this moment, though I know it’s him letting me have it. I kiss him with everything I have. I moan into his mouth while pressing myself even closer to him.
Dean slides one of his hands up my back and into my hair where he twines his fingers through the strands. He makes some sort of grunting noise as he takes over and deepens the kiss. His other hand slips down to my ass where he cups me all while moving us further into the house.
At the foot of the stairs, Dean lifts
