“That works. Call with updates when you have them,” I order and hang up.
I toss my cellphone onto the desk and focus solely on the woman who consumes my very being, inside and out. There’s something to be said about Bridget, she’s far more than any words can describe of her.
“Why are you staring at me?” she asks without lifting her head.
“I’m curious as to why you didn’t do your normal routine and kiss me when you came into the room,” I state flatly. Besides the sick shit my men and I keep finding, I don’t hold back my thoughts from Bridget. She’s my other half and I refuse to treat her as anything less. She deserves the best and not to be treated like a dog.
I’ve seen some men treat women like they’re nothing but scum they keep around to fuck when they need to find a release. Or they keep them as a trophy and fuck around on them.
That’s not who I am. I’m not the type of man who can sit there and do that to a woman. I know what my intentions had been before I laid eyes on Bridget. I’d planned the same thing. But after seeing her for the first time those thoughts changed, and I knew I could never do it. My father is the same way. He and my mother might not see eye to eye, and he can be harsh sometimes, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t love her and vice versa. They just argue more than a normal couple. Probably because my mother can debate anything and everything.
Bridget shrugs without looking up from what she’s doing. Standing, I round my desk and make my way to hers. I lean against her desk and slide her chair back enough for her to have to look up at me.
“What are you up to, mo chuisle?” I ask the little minx.
“Nothing. I simply wanted to get some work done so I could maybe go spend time with Kit-Kat this evening instead of in here,” she murmurs.
Quirking a brow, I wonder where this is coming from. She’s always tried to stay in here when the strippers were doing their thing on stage. Normally she gets things done with them before we open or become busy then stays in here the rest of the time she’s here with me.
“There a reason you want to go out there?” I ask.
I don’t miss the blush crossing her cheeks as she shrugs.
Fuck me. My wife is up to something.
“Then you don’t mind me joining you,” I state, my hands sliding into my pockets to keep me from reaching for my woman and using her body to get my answers. I’ll play her game for right now, see what she’s up to.
“You can’t. You have a meeting with the De Lucas and Brisbanes,” she reminds me.
“True, I do, but that doesn’t mean I can’t have this meeting out there,” I mutter.
Bridget licks her lips and I notice her eyes fill with lust. Shit, she wants me out there, but for what.
“Fine, you do that, I’ll be with Kit-Kat in the back.” She shrugs nonchalantly.
“Yeah, I think I’ll do that.” I grin deciding to find out from Kit-Kat what the fuck’s going on. Leaning forward, I pull my hands from my pockets and brace them on the arms of her chair. “You wouldn’t be trying to cause any trouble, would you?” I ask, my nose touching hers.
“Um, no.” Her breathing becomes heavy.
“We’ll see, sweetness. If you do something you’re not supposed to I’m not gonna be happy and you’ll end up facing the consequences,” I inform her.
“I’m not doing anything except learning from Kit-Kat. This way she’ll be able to have her time off for vacation,” she states. I know Kit-Kat is planning a vacation but I figured I’d have someone else take over for her while she’s gone, not my wife.
We’ll see about that. Pressing my lips against hers, I kiss her in a way it’ll leave her wanting more. When she moans into my mouth, I pull away. “Next time don’t forget to kiss me when you enter the office.”
Grinning, I step away from her and head to my desk. Instead of sitting down, I grab my phone and leave the office. I still have to meet with Mitch and Kenyon before the De Lucas and Brisbanes get here. And while I’m in there I’m gonna be texting Kit-Kat informing her I’m on to her.
Chapter 18
Bridget
I knew this wasn’t a good idea. I’m not able to keep stuff to myself. I don’t have a poker face and now he’s going to know before I even get to pull it off.
For the past couple of weeks Kit-Kat has been helping me plan something for Dean. I’d noticed he’d been stressed more recently, and I wanted to do something to help him release it. Kit-Kat explained to me the way to get him to release the stress is through sex. But not just any type of sex. When I told her I didn’t understand, she’d smiled and enlightened me on a few things about not only my husband but her along with Mitch and a few others.
I’d blushed and been unable to keep my eyes from growing wide. I also couldn’t help the fact I love the idea of him doing things to me as she explained. I wanted it. It’s why we’ve closed the club besides the handful of people who will be here. I’ve found a couple of the strippers will actually speak to me without glaring and seeming to want to scratch my eyes out.
My body is already humming with anticipation and then Dean goes and kisses me like he did. God knows I don’t know if I can do this. I’m nervous as hell and I want to hide in here for the rest of the night instead.
No, I need to do this, I want to do this. Dean needs to be
