Page 99 of Hard to Resist

I personally have no clue what Bridget could possibly see in him, but I guess she is also a child of chaos.

“I’ll leave him in your care then, babes.” She clinks her glass to mine and takes a decent sip. “What about your nonwork life, how’s that going? Do anything fun recently?”

“My life is pretty boring.” I let out an awkward laugh.

Compared to her, I probably seem like a total stick in the mud. The most exciting part of my week was Hannah coming home with a new pint of mint chocolate ice cream that I proceeded to devour while watching our real estate reality show.

“Really? You haven’t done anything fun lately?” Bridget’s gaze flicks to Hannah, and there’s something off about it.

Hannah tosses a wry grin and slaps her hand on my shoulder. “You went to the ballet last night, right?”

“Yeah.”

Although, the ballet doesn’t seem like something Bridget Vaughn would find exciting.

“The ballet? Tell me more!”

Okay, maybe I’m wrong, because the level of enthusiasm she just injected into her voice was like I told her I went to an amusement park.

I can’t help this off feeling that continues to poke the back of my skull.

“Hannah scored a free ticket to Swan Lake, so I went and saw it last night.”

The waitress comes by and drops a large assortment of oysters on the center of the table, complete with little dipping sauces, lemon slices, and fresh herbs. I’ve never tried them before, and they look intimidating.

“And?” Bridget’s eyes flutter expectantly as she downs one of the oysters with practiced ease.

It gives me a weird sense of déjà vu; she’s acting the same as Han did this morning.

“And it was a good time.” I take a tentative sip of my mimosa, bouncing my gaze between the two of them.

“That’s it? Nothing fun or scandalous happened? No hot man sweeping you off your feet?”

Dread sinks into my gut.

That was oddly on the nose.

Oh God. Does she know?

Do they both know?

How would they know?

Was it the employee?

Do other people know?

Is there some sort of viral post circulating about it?

Bridget knows Cullen, but would he have said something? That doesn’t seem like him.

Calm down, Verity. Breathe.

“Scandalous? Come on, it was a ballet.” That same awkward laugh leaves my lips again, but this time it is paired with a very strained smile.

I’m not ashamed about what happened with Cullen, but that doesn’t mean I have any desire to air it out. I put up such a stink the last two weeks, complaining about Cullen every five seconds to Hannah, that I am going to seem like such a hypocrite for caving.

It is totally out of character for me. Having sex in a public place has never been on my bucket list, let alone gettingfingered. If you’d told me a month ago that I would let a man give me an orgasm at the opera house, I’d have laughed till I turned blue and asked if you’d gotten me confused with someone else.

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