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I can’t believe the words coming out of my mouth. I sound like my mother.
“That’s exactly what I was going to tell your ex!” Bridget says. “She needs to grow up. Besides, I would never get into a physical altercation with another woman unless it was self-defense.”
I’m not so sure about that. I’m sure she believes what she says, but the woman did throw Coke in my face. I imagine her and Kimberly going at it. That would be something sexy to bet on.
“So now that we’ve cleared that up…” she says, turning to head back.
My arm shoots out toward the refrigerator, blocking her path. “We’re not done.”
Surprised, she doesn’t say anything and only looks at me. I realize I’m standing really close to her, my body inches from hers.
“You going to play nice when we get back?” I ask her.
She scrunches her face. “I’m just calling Eric out on some of the things he does. He’s a politician. He should be able to take it.”
“Look, I’m not a fan of Drumm, but this is an event my cousin is hosting for him. I want it to go well for JD.”
She draws in a breath and leans her back against the black stainless-steel door of the refrigerator. Her lips are within kissing distance, and I wonder what her mouth tastes like, feels like.
Looking up at me, she apologizes. “I’m sorry…”
I stare at her lips.
Do it.Kiss her.
What am I scared of? That she’ll accuse me of sexual assault? But I think she wants it, too. I can feel it in the vibes coming off her body.
I lower my head, fully expecting a palm to the side of my face.
But a server walks in to set down an empty tray on the kitchen island. Bridget takes the opportunity to slip away.
“I’ll be good,” she tells me.
You’d better, or I’ll have to bring out my paddle.
Goddamn. I have something to get out of my system.
We head back to the deck and bump into Eric and Kimberly, who look like they’re leaving.
“We still gotta talk about the resort project,” Eric tells me. “JD says he wants in. I really appreciate this fundraiser, by the way. Raised sixty-five thousand. Not bad.”
I expect a snarky comment from Bridget to follow, but she stays quiet.
“I’ll have my secretary call yours,” Eric says as he and Kimberly head out.
Having changed her tactic to one where she completely ignores Bridget’s existence, Kimberly says, “Bye, Darren.”
When we make it back to the deck, no one is left but two servers who are cleaning up. We look around briefly before going back inside. In the living room, Bridget plops down on a sofa and takes off a shoe.
“My feet are killing me. Where do you think JD and Amy went?” she asks as she rubs her foot.
“My guess? Upstairs,” I answer.
Catching on to what I’d insinuated, Bridget returns an “oh.” She removes her other shoe and grimaces.
“Here,” I say, sitting as I take her foot and start to massage it.
Her mouth opens, probably to object, but she says nothing as I rub away the tension.
