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Instead, Ted was. Ick.
“Girl, you have been hiding your light under a bushel.” He stepped closer. “It’s closing time. Let’s go have some fun.”
“No, thank you,” she said, her tone icy. She stuffed her paperwork into a drawer. Normally, she’d be more tidy. Today, she was in a hurry. She wanted out of here.
“Aww, come on, sweetie, I know there’s no man in your life. You must be lonely. Why don’t you let me keep you company?”
She’d rather keep company with a dead skunk. “No, Ted.”
Hopefully that firm tone would get the message across and he’d get out of her way and let her leave. But as she stood, Ted stepped between her desk and the door, right in her path. “You know you really want to stay.”
“No. I really don’t.”
Trying once again to be like Izzie, she fisted one hand, retrieved her purse, and tried to walk past him.
He grabbed her arm. “Not even a few minutes conversation?”
“Not even that,” she insisted, jerking her arm away.
Her angry tone and the heat in her eyes must have finally gotten through. Because Ted went from stupid drunk trying to score to angry drunk trying to control in one blink of her eyes. Without warning, he put both his hands on her shoulders and pushed her back. Bridget stumbled over her own high-heeled sandals, landing on her butt on the edge of her desk.
“Perfect.” Dropping his hands onto her thighs, he crudely pushed her legs apart and forced his way between them.
“Let me go!”
“Not yet, hot stuff.”
She reached around on the desk behind her, hoping she’d left her scissors or stapler out, but all she managed to grab was a small desk clock. Wrapping her fingers tightly around it, she swung, but only managed a glancing blow to Ted’s shoulder.
His nostrils flared even as his eyes narrowed in anger. “Playing hard to get?”
“Let me go or I’ll scream.”
“Nobody to hear you, pretty thing,” he said, any hint of charm gone from his voice as his true nature emerged.
Before she could say a thing-or think what to say-Bridget heard something that sounded like an angel. But it was no angel.
It was Dean Willis. Roaring.
“Get the hell off her you son of a bitch.”
Suddenly he was. Ted was lifted off her and tossed to the side of the room. Bridget saw him land hard against the wall and crumple to the floor. He yelped in either fear or pain. Or both.
He had reason to be afraid. Dean was already reaching for him, his face red, his body emanating danger. “You’re dead.”
Ted’s bravado when facing her disappeared under this new threat. Before Dean could even grab him, he’d launched himself to his feet and run out the door, leaving the two of them alone. The whole thing-from Ted’s entrance to his speedy departure-had taken place in under three minutes.
Her head was spinning. Breathing hard and shaking a little, she mumbled, “Thank you so much.”
Dean swung around to look at her, that blood rage still evident on his face. His blue eyes were like matching chips of ice. He looked as much like a cute, nice-guy car salesman as she looked like Xena the Warrior Princess.
No. This was not gentle, good-natured Dean. This was a dangerous man in a high fury. And her shivers of fear turned to shivers of excitement.
“What the hell happened?”
Still sitting on the desk, she could only shake her head. “He obviously had been drinking. He came back and caught me alone. It’s the first time he’s ever…I mean, he’s a creep, but I never thought he’d…”
“Maybe if you’d wear clothes that didn’t scream ‘do me’ men wouldn’t try.”
Bridget’s jaw dropped and she stared at him in shock. “What did you say to me?”
“Look at you,” he snapped, stepping closer. He pointed to her legs, still splayed open on the desk.
Bridget tried to jerk them back together, but Dean stepped between them before she could do it. With absolutely no warning, he plunged his hands into her hair and bent to cover her lips with his. He thrust his tongue in her mouth, tasting her, devouring her. His body was hard against hers, his hips between her thighs, and Bridget couldn’t even try to deny the absolute flood of heat that roared through her in response.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, tilting her head to kiss him back just as deeply. And for a long, heady moment, they made crazy, wild love with their mouths.
Then the moment ended. Dean let her go and staggered back a few steps. “Bridget, I’m…”
She put her hand up, palm out, to stop him. Sliding off the desk, she straightened her skirt and said, “Don’t. Okay? Just don’t say anything. I wanted that. Maybe I needed it just so I could wash Ted out of my memory. I didn’t exactly jump up there and part my legs-he pushed me.”
