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“I thought you had a few days.”

“I do, but I typed out what I needed to convince them, I think. I had a lot of it already, so I just needed to organize it. When I wasn’t staring at your boobs, your ass, or stroking your clit through your jeans, I was planning what I’d say.”

“Don’t say ‘clit,’” Monica said with a giggle. “Mine is throbbing right now.”

Bridgette looked down.

“Oh, no. Don’t even think about it. We need to go,” Monica added when Bridgette’s hand lifted.

“Shower sex?” Bridgette asked.

“Another time,” she replied, sitting up. “We’re going to be late, and the last thing you should be is late if you’re going to be talking to them today. We also need to find you something to wear.”

“I usually just grab jeans and whatever shirt is clean,” Bridgette said.

“But today, you are trying to convince your parents that you’re not their little girl anymore; you’re a fully capable adult who is ready to take over their business. To do that, you have to look a little different today; give them a reason to see you like that.”

“I don’t have a whole lot of pantsuits like someone I know,” Bridgette offered in response.

Monica stood and stretched, tilting her head at Bridgette, who was lying naked on the bed, with the strap-on still on her hips. How she’d gotten this lucky was really beyond her.

“You are so beautiful,” she said softly. “Just perfect, really.” She shook her head. “What are you doing with me?”

“Well, I was going to go down on you in the shower, but you vetoed that idea,” Bridgette said and stood before she stripped off the harness and walked around the bed to hold Monica at her waist. “You are gorgeous, sexy, and have nothing at all to be worried about. Not only I don’t care about our age difference, but I also actually really like it.”

“You do not,” Monica said with a soft laugh to distract.

“Yes, I do. I like who you are, Mon. If you weren’t your age, you might not have married Lily, and you wouldn’t have metAaron. He’s part of you. You wouldn’t be about to take over your company, and that’s part of you, too. Everything you’ve done in your forty years on this planet has made you who you are, and I–” Bridgette stopped. “I’m very happy with who you are. And I’d be even happier if I knew that this, what we’re doing, was just between us.”

“I’m not going to say anything to your parents, if that’s what you’re–”

“No, I didn’t mean that. I meant that it’s just us, Mon. No one else. I don’t want anyone else. Just you.” Bridgette wrapped her arms around Monica’s waist.

“You’re asking me to be your girlfriend? I haven’t been a girlfriend in more than a decade.”

“Well, I’d ask you to be my wife, but I think it’s a little soon, and we have to start somewhere,” Bridgette joked.

Monica rolled her eyes and asked, “What about your parents?”

“I’ll tell them about us once we have this whole business thing sorted out.”

“Yeah?”

“They already like you, and they know you’re stable and not a twenty-three-year-old bartender who dumped me because she didn’t want a relationship, so I think they’ll be okay with it.”

“They won’t have a problem with me being older?”

“No way. You’re rich.” Bridgette wiggled her eyebrows.

“Shut up.” Monica slapped her shoulders playfully until Bridgette took a step back. “Shower. Now.”

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An hour later, they were showered, and Bridgette, still true to herself, was dressed in her nicest pair of jeans, a much nicer belt than she usually wore, and a decent shirt with a blazer overit. It was the best Monica could do without going shopping. Then, they went to her hotel in order to let her change, and they walked to the café to grab morning coffees for the whole staff, trying to butter Bridgette’s parents up with caffeine. Bridgette even picked out their favorite pastries to try to help further.

Coffee passed around and pastries served, Monica sat next to her at the table, across from Bridgette’s parents. She found herself smiling for two reasons. Bridgette was good at this. She knew the numbers and the industry. She knew the trends and understood the staff they would need to move the business forward. Monica was proud. That was the first reason she was smiling. The second was that Bridgette was appropriately assertive and very sexy, so Monica was turned on.

“And you think that by shutting down the office, we’ll be able to stay open?” Dale asked.

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