Chapter 7Bridget
Why the hell was he looking at me like that? He looked like a deer in headlights I was about to smash with my car. His eyes were hooked onto my dress before he ripped them up to my eyes, and it was like he’d swallowed his own tongue and couldn’t breathe.
“So?” I asked. “What do you think?”
I held my arms out and gave him a little twirl, hoping the big bad bodyguard would like what I had to put on. The rule of the game was if the bouncer liked it, every other man would, too. So, if Thomas liked it, that was the closest thing I had to a bouncer, so other men would like it as well.
“Honestly?” he asked.
“Of course,” I said.
“Without running the risk of you firing me?” he asked.
“Yes, Thomas. s**t. How do I look?”
“Hotter with that filthy mouth,” he said with a smirk.
