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“Try me in the morning. My time,” I reply before hanging up.
“You can take your call if you want. Don’t mind me,” Bridget tells me.
“It’s my financial advisor. It can wait.”
“He usually calls this late in the day?”
“It’s middle of the day for him in Hong Kong.”
“Why do you have a financial advisor all the way in Hong Kong?”
I look over at her. Why do you always ask so many damn questions? I can’t wait to get the ball gag on her.
“To handle my offsh—overseas accounts,” I respond, knowing that no answer will only lead to more questions. Most of my dad’s money is held in accounts in places like Switzerland of the Cayman Islands.
To change the subject, I ask, “You pick at your stitches today?”
“I didn’t. I think I’m finally getting used to them.”
“That or you were too busy spending time with Felipe. What was he doing at your apartment, anyway?”
Bridget looks at me in surprise. “I told you. I invited him over.”
“I know he didn’t just randomly show up at your place. Why did you invite him over?”
“He and Bryan asked me where they could grab dinner, I was planning to fry up some chicken for me and my roommates, so I invited them to join us.”
“Who’s Bryan?”
“Felipe’s…friend.”
Probably more than a friend. Still, I don’t need more men to keep tabs on.
Bridget narrows her eyes at me. “You are jealous.”
“I didn’t get an invite over for fried chicken.”
Fuck. I sound like a elementary school kid who didn’t get to join in on some playdate.
“Felipe and Bryan happened to be in Berkeley,” she explains. “And you don’t have anything to worry about. Felipe is…just a friend.”
“I know Felipe is gay. But he’s good-looking and charming. And I’ve seen enough people who swing both ways to know that sexuality is fluid for some people.”
“I don’t think it is for Felipe. Besides, he wouldn’t do anything to cross you.”
I have to agree with her assessment about Felipe, but still, I tell her there’s no need to get chummy with my bartender.
She balks. “I agreed to a night of BDSM. That doesn’t mean you can start dictating what I can or can’t do.”
You’re right. I’ll just whip your ass extra hard instead.
I know better than to voice my thoughts, however. I don’t want to turn Bridget off to BDSM, and she’s not as pliable as other women I’ve been with. With Bridget, I’ve had to think before I speak. I’ve expended more effort on her in the short amount of time I’ve been with her than I have in any other sexual relationship. If I told JD the mental hoops I had to jump through to get Bridget to go with me to Thailand, he’d tell me it’s too much work for any one pussy, especially since there are plenty of different brands of pussy out there that I can get for a lot less effort or money.
But for some reason, her pussy’s the one I want. I thought getting a taste of it was all I needed to move on. Instead, I want more.
She put up a lot of resistance to Thailand, but she allowed the anal plug without a big fuss. Kimberly was too squeamish to allow anything near her ass. Because she’s a model, she didn’t like me leaving a mark of any kind, and she had a low pain threshold. With Bridget, there are a lot more possibilities.
It’s exciting to consider them all.
