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“Like father like daughter,” Bridget said, although she hadn’t meant to say it out loud for Maggie to hear.
Maggie, who practically pulled Bridget into her lap once her roommate was close enough, raised an eyebrow at her. “What do you mean?” she asked. “Angel was a mess?”
“No—no, that’s not what I meant at all,” Bridget said. “I didn’t get to speak to Angel much, truthfully,” she murmured. “As soon as I stepped off the elevator, Jack was at the door and asking me all sorts of questions to start the process.”
“It didn’t take that long to go through,” Maggie mumbled. She was fixating herself with Bridget’s hair, running her fingers through it casually. She loved the way that it fell and the softness of it. It was like touching clouds. “Normally, he’s a real blabber mouth.”
“He said that he had somewhere to be,” Bridget easily lied. It would make sense, coming from a businessman. “He was going to take Angel with him.”
Bridget could feel Maggie’s hands traveling up and down her spine, sinking lower and lower with each pass of her fingers. Eventually, when her fingers landed on Bridget’s ass, they stayed there. With perfectly manicured nails, Maggie began working the soft, pliant flesh of Bridget’s ass. It made Bridget tense up, but no more than usual. She was used to the antics that Maggie pulled when they were alone together.
“I’m proud of you,” Maggie murmured, leaning forward and mouthing against Bridget’s ear. She was leaving searing hot, open-mouthed kisses against the back of Bridget’s ear, causing Bridget to squirm.
With her other hand, the one that was occupied with Bridget’s hair, Maggie moved it from Bridget’s hair and down her body. She loved the way that Bridget looked in that particular blouse. It made her chest look even bigger, and slimmed down her wide waist. Maggie’s hand dipped down to the end of Bridget’s long skirt, and then began to travel back up.
Bridget turned to glance at Maggie with wide eyes and a dark blush, but the heavy lidded look that Maggie was giving Bridget was all that she needed to know. Just as Maggie ducked down to suck a dark mark onto Bridget’s skin, her fingers brushed between Bridget’s legs. Bridget gasped, but was quick to fall into the touch. Maggie knew exactly what she was doing. She put pressure on her in all of the right places, and sent warmth flooding through her body in an instant. It was amazing, the feeling of being loved so thoroughly by Maggie.
“I want to congratulate you,” Maggie whispered. She licked at the dark hickey that she had just left on Bridget. She’d sucked hard enough on the pale, delicate skin that she had caused a few drops of blood to come forward and poke through her milky neck. “And I’ll do it in the best way that I know how.”
Her voice was low and sultry, reminding Bridget ever so much of Maggie’s father. Bridget couldn’t help but think of him as she threw her head back and moaned. Maggie’s fingers were slipping past her underwear and massaging all over, not yet touching anywhere that needed attention desperately.
When Maggie’s fingers finally brushed against her clit and pleasure soaked through Bridget’s entire body, she wondered just what this would have been like with Jack instead.
Chapter Five
The next day, Bridget woke up tangled within Maggie’s arms. At some point during the night, the two of them had transitioned from gentle touching and kisses into Maggie’s bedroom. Bridget stirred herself until she was able to sit up and looked around the room, bleary eyed and quite honestly ready to go back to sleep. Luckily, it was a day off for her. She didn’t have any classes, unlike Maggie, and all that she had to do later that day was arrive at Jack’s house and look after Angel for a few hours.
As Bridget tossed her long, pale legs over the side of the bed, she furrowed her eyebrows as she thought about it. Was she actually going to watch Angel? After everything that had happened with Jack—more like everything that hadn’t happened—she wasn’t quite certain what her true job description was.
Bridget stretched her arms over her head, and then gathered up some of her clothes that had been scattered all around Maggie’s room the night before. She gathered it all up into her arms and then went into her room. Once there, she tossed her dirty, formal clothes into the dirty laundry hamper and pulled on a clean shirt and a pair of shorts. She didn’t have the same confidence as Maggie did, but she could still admit that she looked good.
Once she had dressed herself appropriately, Bridget plodded into the kitchen and set up a pot of coffee to fast brew. Too occupied the night before, neither she nor Maggie had set it to brew a fresh, piping hot cup for them for when they woke up. Bridget turned to the kitchen and pulled out their carton of eggs.
Thanks to Jack, who provided small sums of wealth to them every month, the two of them never struggled the way that their fellow college students struggled. They never once had to fret about rent or not having enough to eat for that month. It was easy for them to get by. If they ever ran out of money, then Jack was there for them, providing them with more.
Now that she had a face to put to the name, Bridget appreciated Jack’s actions far more than she had before. Even just the thought of his name brought his picture back to Bridget’s mind. Tall, lanky, broad, and the most handsome man that Bridget had ever met. She grinned as she cracked the eggs onto a sizzling pan.
What she wouldn’t give to be with Jack even an hour earlier or later when she went over that night. She would kill for the opportunity to really get to know him, perhaps when he was better dressed. Maybe when he wasn’t dressed at all.
Bridget blushed at the horrible, prominent thought in her head. Jack had been suggestive with her, but that didn’t mean that he was truly looking for anything. She was a college student. Certainly Jack had many more opportunities lined up for him.
“What are you blushing about?” Maggie teased.
Bridget jumped at the sound of Maggie’s voice, and then at the feeling of Maggie’s freezing fingers pressing against her waist. Maggie, always far more touchy and cuddly than Bridget had ever been, rested her cheek against Bridget’s shoulder. Bridget continued to cook, wanting to get something into Maggie’s stomach before she took off like a shot and didn’t have more than a simple cup of coffee.
“I’m not blushing,” Bridget objected. She was indignant that Maggie had caught her fantasizing about her father. Of course, Maggie couldn’t have known for certain whom it was that Bridget had been imagining, but it was still shameful. Shouldn’t she have felt far guiltier for lusting after her best friend’s father?
“Were you thinking about last night, maybe?” Maggie sang into Bridget’s ear. The tip of her tongue curled along the cartilage, and Bridget shivered. “I know that I was thinking about it all night—dreaming about how pretty you are,” she crooned.
“Maggie, I’m trying to make your breakfast,” Bridget scolded, although there was a lighthearted laugh in her tone. “Are you going to let me, or are you going to try and seduce me on the kitchen floor?” she asked.
Maggie’s full lips broke into a grin, and she stepped away from Bridget to allow her to continue cooking undisturbed. “I was just messing with you,” she said.
When the coffee pot beeped to let the two of them know that it had finished, Maggie was the first to jump on it. Just after she had added her obscene amounts of milk and sugar to her coffee, Bridget set a plate of eggs and microwaved sausage in front of her. Jack gave them money, but it wasn’t enough to allow them to eat gourmet every day of their lives.
“Are you excited for work tonight?” Maggie asked as she blew on her piping hot cup of coffee. “I mean, after all, you are going to be working for Jack Gordon. My dad. People would kill for that position, you know,” she said, as though Bridget wasn’t already painfully aware of just how lucky she was.
“Thank you for getting this job for me,” Bridget said in lieu of a proper response to Maggie’s question. “It really means a lot to me, Maggie.”
