Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
The morning went by smoothly. Nick stopped in to pick up some files.
He would be in court most of the day, then picking up his kids after school.
He spoke briefly with Bridget, inquiring if she knew anyone trustworthy that would be interested in taking over Tess’s second job.
Rory hadn’t definitely said that Tess would be giving up the nanny position, but Nick knew him well enough to see the writing on the wall.
Rory would want to spend every available minute with Tess and her working two jobs would not cut it.
Bridget borrowed Del’s car, against his better judgment, and went out to pick up lunch.
Sitting in the break room, they had what Del considered their first normal conversation.
Bridget talked about her huge family and how loud and difficult all those personalities could be when they all got together.
She loved them all, but at times longed for a little peace and quiet.
This surprised Del. Bridget seemed the quintessential party girl, full of laughter, vitality and she was just plain reckless.
She was beautiful, of that there was no doubt.
Her green eyes danced when she was happy.
Her compact little body appealed to Del in a protective kind of way which was ridiculous.
He’d never met a girl less in need of protecting.
More likely, everyone in a five-mile radius of Bridget O’Malley should be wrapped in bubbles!
She was a whirlwind of determination, apparently incredibly spoiled and sorely in need of guidance.
Her brothers must be blind or immune to her shenanigans.
He imagined under her yearbook picture the words: Least Likely to Conform.
Bridget listened closely as Del described his childhood.
An only child of older parents, Del was expected to be perfect.
It sounded like a lonely existence to her.
A long line of wealthy, influential people dotted his family history.
He had friends and a girlfriend or two along the way, but no one special.
Right now, a relationship was low on his list of priorities.
Passing the bar and getting established in a reputable practice was foremost in his plans.
Inadvertently, Del mentioned that his parents were traveling in Europe and Bridget immediately invited him to Thanksgiving dinner at her parents.
Trying to backtrack, Del fabricated an invitation to a friend’s home, but Bridget wasn’t having it.
Taking a scrap of paper, she wrote down her parent’s address and slapped it in front of him with the words “Be there” and went off to answer the phone.
Yes, little Miss Bossy-Pants was used to getting her own way.
It might be fun to see her in her natural habitat, Del conceded with a smile.
Maybe observing how her family dealt with her would give him some pointers for future reference.
Not that he intended to have much to do with Bridget if he could help it.
She might be beautiful, but that kind of trouble he didn’t need.
The afternoon was busy and Del spent most of it on the phone. Finally getting a break, he leaned back in his chair and contemplated how best he could fight this morning’s ticket. His office door was open and he could hear the phone on Tess’s desk ringing insistently.
“Ms. O’Malley, are you going to answer the phone?” he called out. Bridget didn’t answer, but the ringing stopped and Del sighed. Maybe he should just send the damn ticket in and pay the fine.
The phone began ringing again and Del checked to see if both lines were lit up. No, only one line, so where in the hell was she.
Bridget appeared in his doorway. “Could you grab that?” she asked wiggling her fingers. “My nails are wet,” she stated unapologetically with a grin.
Del scowled and snatched up the phone eying Bridget’s bright red nails with disapproval.
She pouted for a moment, blew him a kiss and walked away as he dealt with the client on the phone.
After hanging up, he leaned back in his chair debating whether to bother scolding her about her inappropriate behavior, when she reappeared in his doorway.
Slipping her shoes off, Bridget centered her back to the door frame and began to wiggle.
“What in the hell are you doing now, Ms. O’Malley?” he demanded, trying not to notice her gyrations.
“I have an itch and I can’t scratch it,” Bridget replied. “Can you get it for me?” she pleaded prettily.
“I most certainly will not,” Del answered, beginning to sweat. No way did he have any intention of touching her body, even in the most innocent way.
“Please, Winston? It’s driving me crazy and my nails are still wet,” she begged walking over to his desk. Moving next to him behind the desk she leaned over, her hands splayed out on the flat surface, her bottom wiggling
Del groaned inwardly and stood, gingerly using his fingers to lightly move her sweater around.
“No, Winston, under the sweater, it’s not helping that way,” she ordered softly.
Sliding his hand under her sweater, he brushed her bottom moving upward until warm skin met his fingertips. Lightly he began to scratch her as she continued to issue orders,
“No harder, a little to the left; no, back to the right. Oh, that’s good,” she moaned. “Now, a little lower please. Mmm, yes, right there. That feels wonderful, Winston,” she sighed, her hips swaying side to side. “You have great hands.”
As hard as Del tried, he could not make himself remove his hand from under her sweater.
Bridget’s skin was so warm and silky, her perfume so sweet he never wanted to breathe anything else again.
Stepping behind her, he slid his other hand under her sweater and began to caress her shoulders.
Gently he covered her entire back, stroking the smooth skin while Bridget moaned appreciatively, her bottom pressed firmly against him.
His hands slid down her sides, brushing her breasts before he encircled her waist pulling her upright and back against him.
Bridget’s head fell back as he worked his way up to her breasts, cupping them firmly, testing their weight in his hands.
His thumbs repeatedly brushed the nipples poking through her lace bra and she arched her back giving him better access.
Winston lowered his head, kissing her neck.
Hell, this man was no virgin, Bridget thought.
This was too damn good. Oh well, she smiled as her knees went weak and she sagged in his arms.
Del turned her around and picked her up by her waist, setting her on his desk.
Stepping between her knees, he splayed his large hand over her ass and pulled her tightly to him, papers flying everywhere.
His other hand tipped her head back and held it as his lips settled over hers.
Fire raced through his veins as his cock pressed against her heated core.
Little breathy sighs and moans escaped from her lips, the sound driving him crazy.
Del wanted nothing more than to tear off her stockings, lower his zipper and bury himself inside her.
Then everything went to hell. The phone started ringing, Del heard Nick’s voice calling out for Bridget to look for a file he had misplaced. The other line began ringing in harmony with the first and Caitlin demanded to know where Aunt Bridget was.
Bridget was sitting on his desk, refusing to let go of him and crying out in frustration.
Del picked her up and pulled down her sweater so fast it made her dizzy. Plopping into his chair he tried to straighten his desk at the same time he pushed her away with a swat to her butt hissing, “Put your shoes on and pull yourself together.”
Stumbling to her shoes, she slipped them on and tried to make sense of her hair.
Signaling frantically to Winston she pointed to his face, miming lipstick around his lips.
Del pulled the handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped his mouth, an eyebrow shooting up in question at Bridget.
Yes, you got it all, she nodded. For some reason it was difficult for her to focus.
Had Winston just slapped her ass? Could she have made a giant error in judgment and set her sights on a man similar to her brothers?
Impossible! Winston was … well, a nerd, bless his heart.
Far hotter and more experienced than she hoped for, but a nerd just the same.
Today must have been a fluke obviously inspired by her extraordinary hotness, she grinned, at peace with her world once again.
Winking at his disgruntled expression, Bridget walked out of his office calling for Caitie.
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Del stayed in his office for the rest of the afternoon with the door firmly closed.
He definitely owed Ms. O’Malley an apology, as well as an explanation for his appalling lack of judgment.
Granted, she was a sexy little thing, but far from what he was looking for in a mate …
if he were looking, which he wasn’t! Thanking his lucky stars for the interruption, he did some of his own filing to keep occupied.
He’d like to think that had they not been disturbed, he would have, at some point, been able to control his baser instincts. He’d like to think that very much.
Unfortunately, he didn’t believe it for one second. Had Nick and Caitie not come through the door, he would probably be buried to the hilt inside Ms. O’Malley’s sweet little body.
Del was a realist, and Bridget O’Malley was a dangerous woman.
She had the body of a woman, the attitude of a teenager and apparently the morals of an alley cat.
Del did not make a habit of indulging in illicit affairs with co-workers, fellow students, or close friends.
Ms. O’Malley didn’t quite fall into any of those categories, but just the same it would behoove him to steer clear of the little temptress.