Dear Bridget, I Want You(51)

“He’s a special boy. I’d like to always keep in touch with him.”

That thought didn’t exactly sit well with me. There would be a time when Simon was back in England moving on with his life. If he was keeping in touch with Brendan, I didn’t know that I would want to know certain things, like if he’d moved on or ended up getting married someday. I didn’t know if I was strong enough to handle that. Even thinking about it gave me a pain in my chest. I guess I had to respect my son and his wish to remain close to Simon. I wasn’t sure if I really had a say in the matter.





I couldn’t get thoughts of Simon moving on out of my head most of that morning. Even though he was on duty, we hadn’t crossed paths much. Despite that, his presence weighed heavily on my mind.

During a bathroom break, I opened my purse and saw the red lipstick that he’d purchased for me. I’d never put it on, but for some reason, I decided to open the tube and try it on.

It was extremely…red. I guess, that was the point.

It was amazing how many of my co-workers commented on my lips. One little thing like a pop of color definitely got you loads of attention. Unfortunately, it wasn’t their attention I was looking for. I was dying to see Simon’s reaction. The fact that I was craving his attention right now was definitely a bit troublesome.

Finally, I was called into the room where he was examining a patient, who’d been taking up a good deal of his time all afternoon.

Simon turned around to look at me. “Nurse Valentine, if you could…” he hesitated then smiled once he got a look at my lips. He blinked a few times, then continued, “If you could prepare an IV drip for Mr. Norton. I’m going to keep him here for a bit.”

I licked my lips. “Of course, Dr. Hogue.”

Simon abruptly left the room, and I didn’t see him for a while again.

About a half-hour later, I flinched when I felt his hand on the small of my back as he walked to keep up with me.

“Are you due for your break, Bridget?”

“Not for another hour.”

“How long do you get again?”

“Thirty minutes.”

“Meet me by the elevator in an hour.”

He zipped past me so fast that there wasn’t any time for me to respond.

When it came time for my break, I found myself waiting by the elevator alone. Just as I was about to leave, Simon came running down the hall in his scrubs. His hair was disheveled. He didn’t say anything as he pushed the up button.

We entered the packed elevator together. While he glanced over at me, he still wasn’t saying anything. The doors opened, and we made our way up to the third floor.

“Where are we going?” I finally asked.

Without answering me directly, he said, “Follow me.” He then led me down a side hallway.

There was a one-stall family bathroom. He looked around, and when there was no one in sight, he pulled me inside and locked the door behind us.

My heart was beating rapidly.

He placed both of his arms around me, locking me in.

“Why did you put that lipstick on at work?”

“Didn’t you buy it so that I could wear it?”

“Not here. Do you realize that scrubs do absolutely nothing to hide an erection?”

“I—”

“You think it’s funny that I had to run to the bathroom the minute you walked in with those lips?” He leaned in, and I could feel his breath.

There was only one answer. “I do.”

“You put it on for one reason and one reason alone. And that was to drive me mad. Am I right?”

“Maybe.”

“Does it please you to know that you have this kind of sexual power over me, Bridget? Look down.”

Simon’s erection was practically vertical, and there was a huge wet spot that had seeped through the thin material of his blue scrubs.

He pointed down. “You think I can go back to work like this?”

“No, I don’t think you can, actually.” I laughed.

Simon’s arms were trembling as they continued to lock me in against the wall. I was making light of this, but clearly I’d gotten him all worked up.

He started to kiss my neck, and I could feel my underwear getting wetter by the second.

I knew what he fantasized about. But I also knew that he wasn’t going to come out and ask me for it, because by nature, he was a giver, not a receiver. As much of a dirty talker as he was, I couldn’t picture him asking me to get on my knees and suck his dick. Although, that was exactly what he wanted.

If I was being truly honest with myself, it was the real reason I wore this damn lipstick. I wanted to live out his little dream from the moment he told me about it. I wanted him in my mouth, to taste him. I just wanted to drive him a little crazy first. And it seemed it was time for me to put him out of his misery.