Page 8 of Kiss Me, Mr. Bridge

I can’t help but smile at her defiance. “Maybe not,” I concede, rising from my chair and shrugging on my jacket. “Maybe I have you wrong.”

I turn to leave, but Lucia’s voice stops me.

“Mr. Bridge.”

I glance back at her, one brow raised in question.

“When do we start?”

My smile widens as I step closer, leaning down to murmur in her ear. “Now, Lucia. I’ll have a driver pick you up at eight.”

I don’t want her to think too much more about it.

Her teeth dig into her bottom lip as she nods.

As I turn, I take my phone and send the first saved message in my cell to the discreet boutique I’ve used in the past. I already have Lucia’s dress and shoe sizes.

I stride back to my office, my mind racing with thoughts of Lucia. The way she accepted the food I bought her, how she let me feed her that first bite without question. She doesn’t even realize how naturally submissive these slight gestures are.

My cock twitches as I remember her lips parting for the fork. God, the things I want to do to that mouth.

Settling into my chair, I loosen my tie.

Four weeks.

That’s all I need to get her out of my system. To teach her what she truly craves, even if she fights it at first.

But something twists in my gut when I think about afterward. About someone else commanding her, touching her, making her submit. Some other man taking what I’ve taught her and…I shake my head.

This isn’t about possession or feelings. This is about mutual satisfaction. About showing her who she really is, deep down.

She may deny being submissive now, but I’ve seen the signs. The way she follows orders without realizing it. How she seeks approval in those brief glances. That delicious shiver when I use my commanding tone.

I pull out my phone, typing a quick message to her.

“Be at your desk at 4 pm. I’ll call you.”

My finger hovers over the send button. This is my last chance to back out, to keep things professional. To not complicate everything with family and business connections.

But the image of her sitting across from me, accepting my food, following my lead...

I press send.

Four weeks. That’s all. Just enough time to train her, to show her what she needs, before I let her go.

This is just business…and a lot of pleasure.

Nothing more.

Chapter 3

Lucia

The elevator glides quietly upward. My hands smooth down the black dress he sent. The dress and shoes are worth nearly as much as my monthly salary. Yes, the Louboutin’s pinch my toes, but god do they make my legs look amazing.

I turn around and glance at my behind on the mirrored elevator walls.

Pretty good. I’m not model thin like my supermodel sister, Nadia, but I enjoy being able to eat—at least when I can afford it.

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