Chapter 345 - The doors have locks

Monday afternoon, Bridgette is in Steve's office at White corp.

His office is on the 22nd floor, one of few which are on the same floor as CEO's office. They are sitting on a sofa, embracing each other.

Knowing that Felix went back to Seattle, makes both Steve and Bridgette more relaxed. Both of them are mentally scarred after their dinner with Felix.

Bridgette is admiring all three Hill sisters. They have solid relationships and are not shy from relying on each other. Her relationship with Steve is still at the beginning, when they are cautiously getting to know one another. They have a long way to go until they feel confident in themselves and their relationship how Sarah, JoAnna and Sophia are with Aiden, Jeff and Felix respectively.

"Are you sure no one will enter?", Bridgette cautiously glanced toward the closed door.

"Yes, yes... don't worry. No one comes here.", Steve assured her.

Except for Jeff, no one is looking for him. He is Jeff's personal assistant. And because Steve's office is in the side hallway, no one even passes next to his office.

Steve kissed Bridgette on the lips and then pouted like a child. "I didn't see you all day."

Bridgette saw that Steve is not his usual self. He looks troubled, and she feels guilty for neglecting him. She felt the need to coax him. "Sorry about that. I had my morning coffee and lunch with Sarah. She is leaving tomorrow for Seattle and won't be back for some time."

"Seattle? Didn't you say that she stays in Fairfield when she is not here?"

"Yes, but she will spend some time with her mom. It seems that they planned this for a while.", Bridgette clarified.

"I'm glad you found a good friend at the company. Makes work hours more bearable... but that means that I don't get to see you as much as I want... Boss told me after lunch, that he is leaving for two days this week.", Steve told her the reason he is troubled.

"What? Oh, no...", Bridgette whined.

She remembers last time when Jeff didn't come to office, Steve worked long hours and didn't have any time for breaks.

"Yes, Wednesday and Thursday will be busy for me... so I need to compensate now.", Steve flashed a mischievous smile. He put his hand behind her head and held her in place while his lips found hers. His tongue pried her lips open and invaded her mouth.

Bridgette felt the room spinning, while Steve sucked out her reasoning.

She wrapped her arms around his body and pulled herself toward him. Next thing she knows, Steve was on top of her, and she didn't mind the weight of his body on her, she liked it.

His hand was exploring under her top starting from her waist and making its way toward her two soft mounds. Bridgette let out a loud moan when his lips started sucking her neck.

Hearing her moan, made Steve even more zealous. He knows that this is his office, and it's not a time or place for these things. But he finds Bridgette so alluring that he could not help himself. The pressure in his lower abdomen was unbearable, and her moans made it so much worse, Steve felt that he is going to burst any moment. His hand found its way under her bra, and his long fingers wrapped around her plump breast. Her skin is so velvety, that he could not believe it. He kneaded her only to make sure that this heaven-defying softness is really within his palm.

"It seems I'm not giving you enough work", Steve heard familiar deep voice from behind. It sounded threatening.

'Why am I imagining Boss's voice at this time?', thought fled through Steve's mind and then he froze. He was not imagining! It was like someone poured bucket of ice on his now hot body.

Steve fumbled off Bridgette while pulling her up into a seated position.

"Sorry, he usually texts me to come.", Steve whispered to Bridgette who was dazed and struggling to catch her breath.

"I did.", Jeff said in an indifferent voice.

Steve looked at Jeff and saw that Jeff's gaze is focused on a tablet in his hands. Steve was grateful for that, if Jeff was looking at them, it would be so much more embarrassing.

After few excruciatingly long seconds, Jeff spoke again. "My office, in two minutes." Jeff turned around to leave and paused. "The doors have locks." Then he walked away.

Steve looked at Bridgette's profile, her face was red like a ripe tomato, even her ears and neck were red. She was sitting on the sofa next to him, her head was lowered, and her hands clenched into fists on her thighs.

"I'm very sorry, Biddy.", Steve took her hand in his, and pried open her fist before kissing her palm. "This will not happen again."

Bridgette glanced at him and smiled. Steve looked sincerely troubled, and she hoped that her smile will improve his mood. She knows that it's not only his fault, she wanted it as well.

She wants to comfort him, but considering their state from few minutes ago, she does not dare hug or kiss him. They can't end up like that again.

Bridgette's smile did improve Steve's mood. His expression relaxed and he smiled back at her while trying to smooth out her now disheveled hair.

Steve leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. His lips approached her ear and he whispered, "Next time, I will remember to lock the door."

Bridgette was outraged, "Don't you feel any shame?"

He chuckled, "Why would I feel shame? Because I have a gorgeous woman by my side?"

Bridgette felt good hearing him call her 'a gorgeous woman'. She was not able to stay angry at him, but still pouted. That was the most she could do.

Steve glanced at his phone which lit up with a message from Jeff. Steve does not need to check it to know that his two minutes are up.

He sighed, "I need to go, before Boss comes back again. You take your time. I will see you after work."

Steve kissed her on the lips and headed out, closing the door behind him.

Despite being interrupted, Steve was in a good mood. This is the furthest Bridgette and he went so far. 'So soft!' He was flexing his fingers while feeling of her smooth skin lingered on his palm. Steve was thinking where will they go for dinner that evening. If he finds a good restaurant close to his apartment, then they might end up there for a drink. He took a mental note to buy some beverages on his way back from work.