came to food styling. I
wasn’t sure how Dane would feel about it, and I knew Valerie wouldn’t be
happy. “Sergio, is this the only way? What if Dane insists on working with Valerie
or he won’t do the job?”
“Bridget,
I need Adele. She helped pull me out of a very dark time in my life, and if
this is the only way she will accept working with Dane, I have to honor it. I
would prefer Dane have the people around him he trusts, too, but at least she agreed
that Valerie can assist Nicole.”
“You’re
assuming Valerie will assist under these conditions. I know her pretty
well, and it will take a small miracle for her to agree to that arrangement.”
Sergio came up behind me
and kissed my neck. He swung my chair around so we were eye to eye. “Please, Bridget,
can you help me make this work? I really want you to manage the project and
Dane to shoot it, and if working with Nicole will somehow make Adele more
comfortable, I need to make that happen.” There was desperation in his eyes.
Adele had Sergio in an emotional stranglehold. It made me angry that she had
this much control over the situation. But it was obviously important to Sergio
to keep her happy.
“Let
me see what I can do tomorrow. No telling how they’ll respond. But for tonight,
we should let it go.” He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me with a deep
wanton kiss.
“Thank
you, Bridget. You’re my hero,” he said playfully.
“Don’t
give me credit just yet. It’ll be a serious coup to get Dane and Valerie to
agree to this. I’ll do everything I can to make it work for everyone.” I didn’t
complete the sentence, but I was thinking, And it won’t be easy.
Sergio
threw together a green salad with lime vinaigrette to go with the spicy flounder.
The depth of flavors in the whole meal was astounding. The thoughtful detail in everything Sergio touched was incredible. He had such passion, so much
energy. It was contagious.
After
dinner, we took our wine into the living room to relax. As Sergio was about to
sit down, he pulled a colorful box tied with a bow from behind the couch, and
handed it to me. “What’s this?” I asked, unable to contain a grin.
“I
got these for you today,” he said. “I want you to be comfortable when you’re
here.”
Delicate
tissue paper enveloped a silk robe, cashmere wrap, and soft slippers. “Oh,
Sergio, you’re very thoughtful. They’re beautiful!”
“ You’re beautiful. I love making you smile,” he said, beaming back at me. He held out
his hand to escort me to the bedroom. “Why don’t you try them on, see if they
suit you? I will gladly exchange them for something else you might prefer.”
He
lay on the bed, watching me undress. His seductive eyes held me in a steady
gaze as they twinkled in the firelight. I couldn’t resist doing a strip tease
for my audience of one. My breasts began to swell and my nipples tighten from the
excitement of performing my impromptu burlesque. I could feel my whole body begin
to flush. Before I could wrap myself in the soft silk, he slid to the edge of
the bed and pulled me into him. He gently lowered me to the bed as he braced
himself over me.
“You’re
exquisite, Bridget,” he said, kissing me gently, moving down my neck and across
my shoulders as his fingers fondled my tight nipples. My heartbeat quickened,
my entire body shivered from his electric touch. He straddled my legs as his
tongue taunted my nipples. My wetness and heat intensified with every stroke.
His passion and excitement were building, too. He covered me with the comforter
while he shed clothes. His silhouette was striking framed against the
firelight. He sheathed himself, and slid under the comforter, wrapping his arm
around my waist, and drawing me close. His magnificent erection pushed against
me as he slid his hand farther down my back between my legs. His breathing
quickened as he reveled in my readiness for him.
“Oh,
Bridget!” he exclaimed as he rolled over on top of me,
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