Dear Bridget, I Want You(41)

I giggled in the dressing room. It dawned on me that it was the first time I’d laughed since I’d arrived in Florida yesterday. But I still wasn’t sending him the picture. Although…

I reached into the cup of the bikini top and lifted my boobs so that they were perked up. Then I raised the sides of the bottoms so that it gave the appearance of longer legs. Smiling, I put one hand on my hip and posed for a selfie in the mirror.

Well I’ll be. No wonder all the teens did this hand on the hip thing. I looked ten pounds lighter. And the boob fluff up I’d done made my naturally full breasts look perky as hell.

Simon texted again.



Simon: How about if I send you a selfie first? Will that help?



I chewed my fingernail.



Bridget: Maybe…



Less than a minute later, my phone pinged indicating a photo had arrived. Of course, he’d done it. I started to crack up when I opened the picture. Simon was at work, but must’ve stepped into the supply closet. He was wearing blue scrubs and had a big goofy smile on his face.



Bridget: Ummm. Cute. But if you expect a bikini shot, you’re going to have to put up more skin than that, Hogue.



Again, a minute later, my phone pinged. Simon was still standing in the supply closet but was lifting his shirt so that I could see his abs and had let his scrubs fall to his knees. His tight boxers showcased his thick thighs and the V north of the good stuff. I also knew firsthand that the big bulge he was sporting was not the result of a good camera angle or any fluffing.

I stood in the dressing room for a few minutes and debated sending him my selfie in return. Eventually, my phone pinged again.



Simon: You owe me BIG now.



Bridget: Why?



Simon: Nurse Hamilton walked in on me. Apparently, I hadn’t locked the door like I thought I did. I think she thought I was masturbating.



I covered my mouth laughing. Nurse Hamilton was probably close to seventy. She was also extremely proper. I supposed I couldn’t hold out on him after that. Calling up the picture I’d taken on my phone…I let my finger hover over the button for a good three minutes. Then I held my breath and pressed send.

It took a few minutes before my phone pinged again. But then…



Simon: Nurse Hamilton might not have been so wrong, after all. Fuck, Bridget. You’re gorgeous.



I was never very good at accepting compliments. While I didn’t think I looked gorgeous, oddly, I believed that Simon thought I did. He had rose-colored glasses when it came to me for some unknown reason.



Bridget: Thank you, Simon. You’ve made my day.



My phone went quiet after that. I changed back into my clothes and spent a few minutes trying to figure out how to get the suit to display on the hanger the pretty way it had been when I’d found it. I left the fitting room feeling good about myself. Although there was no way in hell I was actually wearing a bikini in public, it was fun to pretend. A salesgirl was hovering close to the room I changed in.

“Is there anything else I can get you?”

“No, thank you. But can I give you this?” I held out the bikini and hanger. “I couldn’t figure out how to hang it up properly.”

“Sure. Are you ready to check out?”

“Yes. Thank you.”

I took Brendan’s suit up to the register, following the young girl who carried the suit. When she rang it up, the total was $43.21.

“I thought the men’s suit was on sale for $19.99?”

“It is. And so is this one.” She lifted the bikini I’d tried on.

“Oh. I won’t be buying that today. I’m just taking the men’s suit.”

The young girl smiled. “The gentleman said you would say that.”

“The gentleman?”

She continued to wrap up the bikini in tissue paper, even though I’d told her I wasn’t buying it. “A man called while you were in the fitting room. He bought a $200 gift certificate over the phone and told me to use it to pay for your purchases. Said to include the bikini you came out with, whether you wanted it or not.”

I was dumbfounded. “Can I assume he had a British accent?”

The girl placed my items in a bag. “Sure did. Sounded kind of hot. You’re a lucky lady.” She handed me a gift card along with my bag. “You have a balance of $156.79 on your card.”

I walked out of the store still shaking my head. I am a lucky lady, aren’t I?

Once I was at my car, I started it and dug my phone back out of my purse. I typed and erased a half dozen messages to Simon before going with a simple one.



Bridget: I can’t believe you did that. Thank you, Simon.



Simon: Did you buy the suit?



Bridget: How could I not when you were so sweet?