Page 6 of Kiss Me, Mr. Bridge

I lean back in my chair, a small smile tugging at my lips. “I had more pressing matters to discuss with you.”

“Oh I know.” Her tone is playful. “So, are you needing to end your contract? Because there is always a route out of a contract for non-compliance.”

“I may want to terminate, and I need to discuss it with you now.”

“I’m on my lunch break, Mr. Bridge. I can discuss it with you in twenty minutes when I’m back in the office. But I have another appointment booked at two this afternoon.”

“Where are you now?”

“AtCafe Delite. It’s—”

“I know where it is.” I leave my office and stride across the hallway and into the opposite office before glancing out of the second level window, spotting her in the coffee shop across the street, sipping on a coffee. “What are you eating for lunch?”

“Just a chicken sandwich.”

I narrow my eyes, knowing full well she’s lying to me. “Are you sure about that? Because I think you’re lying to me.”

She laughs. “I already have an overbearing dad, Mr. Bridge. I don’t need a Daddy.”

A low grunt rattles up my throat as my cock hardens at her words.

And without another word, I march back to my office, grab my jacket and head out the door, determined to see her again.

It doesn’t take me long to reach the cafe and the table she is sitting at.

I pick up her apple, eyeing it curiously. “I thought you were having a sandwich.”

Lucia’s brows furrow in annoyance. “It’s not in my budget today.”

I scoff. “You must earn six figures a year.”

“Ninety grand,” she quips with a roll of her eyes. “Unfortunately, the Hunter Valley is an expensive place to live and I don’t earn New York money.”

“You share an apartment with my daughter.”

“Still expensive. And after that and my taxes, I have to pay a percentage of my salary toward my student loan.”

“Yet you still turned me down.” I lean back in my chair, fixing her with an intense stare.

Our eyes meet and I watch as a ripple runs down her throat. “I have thought about it. Non-stop, in fact. But—”

I smile, sensing her wavering resolve.

“Tell me exactly what it entails,” she says, her eyes glance at the table, her tone coy.

Just then, a server approaches our table. “Can I get you anything else?”

“A coffee,” I reply. “And a chicken salad.” As the server disappears, I turn my attention back to Lucia. “Exactly as I told you earlier. One month and I will pay off your student debt. For each week you’re mine, I will pay off twenty-five percent of your debt. If I don’t want you... I mean, if I don’t want you around after two weeks, I will pay off your debt earlier.”

“Is two weeks your usual limit?” she asks, staring into my eyes.

“Limit?”

“Before you get bored with…what would I be exactly?”

“Mine.Temporarily.”

Lucia’s brow furrows. “I don’t understand what you get out of it.”

---