Page 37 of Body Check
Dutton: Trust me, it’s there.
Bridgette: I’m doing a thorough search and I really don’t see it.
Dutton: You’re too close to it.
Bridgette: Seriously? You expect me to believe that?
Dutton: Would I lie or tease about something as serious as a drool stain?
Bridgette: One that only you can see…
Dutton: Not my fault I’ve got great vision.
Bridgette: So, what should I do about this terrible mark that is invisible to all eyes but yours?
Dutton: There’s only one thing to do. Take your bikini off.
Bridgette: You want me to strip naked right now? In front of everyone?
Dutton: Hell no. Unless you want everybody here to watch me kneel in front of you and put my mouth on that sweet pussy. That would definitely let the cat out of the bag…
Dutton: Damn, I think I just made a joke.
Bridgette:So proud of you. And I think it’s a very good idea for you to put your mouth on me, but it’s also an inside activity.
Dutton:Great. Let’s go inside
Bridgette:We can't. They’ll see us!
Dutton: No they won’t. I’ll go in now. Nobody will notice. I made actual conversation for five minutes, so I’ve hit my quota for the day. They’ll expect me to disappear. Your brother and Leo are going to pick up food. We devoured Liza’s cheese and crackers and now everyone is talking about firing up the grill. Wait a couple minutes after they leave, and then come in. Meet me up on the third floor.
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Bridgette
Ijust don’t have what it takes to walk on the wild side. I’m a good girl. I play by the rules.
But all that was before I met Dutton Wagner. He must be scrambling my brain because there’s no other reason for me to be creeping up the stairs of the hockey house in the middle of the day like I’m a burglar with bad timing. And I’m still wearing my bikini.
I’m just not built for a life of crime. My already guilty conscience has me peeking over my shoulder every five seconds. When my phone buzzes in my hand, it’s all I can do to hold back a scream and keep myself from teetering off the edge of the steps and falling into a heap on the landing.
Dutton: Where the hell are you? Did Flo corner you and yap your ear off about conditioner? That guy’s more obsessed with his hair than Blue is, and I didn’t think that was possible.
Bridgette:No. Well, yes, but I promised to bring some samples from the salon the next time I visit. I’m on the steps, butI swear I heard something. It was a weird sound. Like a growl/moan.
Dutton:It was probably me telling my dick to settle the fuck down.
Bridgette: Haha. I’m outside your door. Please open up before someone sees me.
“So paranoid,” Dutton says, shaking his head as he opens the door and pulls me into his room. “We are the only people up here, I promise. This whole floor is just Blue and me, and he knows about us. Besides, he’s busy outside being the bane of Liza’s existence.”
“Okay. And for the record, I know I’m being dramatic. I just can’t help it. I’m not used to breaking the rules.” That’s the truth, but I also never realized how much fun breaking the rules could be. I just wish I could calm down and enjoy it.
“You better get used to breaking the rules if you insist on keeping me your dirty little secret,” he says, putting his hands on my waist. His body is warm from the sun, and I’m sure mine is, too, but the heat we’re generating has nothing to do with the temperature outside. There’s a chemistry between us that’s undeniable. My body is drawn to his just like his is drawn to mine. I feel powerless to stop it, so I decide to surrender.
“Can you still see the stain?” I ask, arching my back enough so I’m basically shoving my tits in his face. For the record, he doesn’t seem to mind a bit.
His eyes go wide as his grip on me tightens. “Let me get a good look. Oh, shit,” he says. “It’s worse than I thought.”
