British Bedmate

by Penelope Ward

The sexy, blond, god of a doctor whom I’d masturbated to for weeks after the fish hook incident…was now my roommate. Simon.

You’re so fucking adorable the way your skin pinks up when I say fucking, I’m definitely going to say it again.”

I couldn’t pinpoint exactly why I was so emotional tonight. Was it because I missed Ben? Or was it because my jealousy over Simon’s date meant that I was finally starting to move on? I wasn’t sure, but I somehow felt happy, hopeful, and terribly sad all at the same time.

“You’re impossible.” “Maybe.” I shrugged. “But you like me anyway.”

You’re a real woman, Bridget, in every sense of the word. Someone like you knows exactly what she needs. You have your head on straight and your priorities in the right order. You appreciate what really matters in life because you’ve experienced the worst of it. You’ve had a lifetime of experiences at a young age. You’re amazing, really.” And that’s why I can’t fuck with you.

“This was just supposed to be a simple living arrangement. I wasn’t supposed to have feelings

But, here’s the thing…what they say about wanting what you can’t have is apparently true. For some bloody reason, I can’t stop thinking about you in very inappropriate ways.

“Nurse Valentine, I need your assistance.” “Yes, Dr. Hogue?” I loved when Bridget called me Doctor, because her exaggeratedly submissive tone was always contradicted by the fuck you look in her eyes.

“Anything for you, luv.”

And on top of those things… your eyes—they slay me. Despite everything you’ve been through, they still shine with hope and wonder, whether you realize it or not. You’re beautiful, Bridget. Absolutely fucking beautiful and don’t ever believe otherwise.”

The greatest risk is not taking one.

“It’s true that the greatest risk may be not taking one. But a risk is taking a chance when you have the potential to gain or lose something in the future. When that future is certain that you’re going to lose that something—it’s not taking a risk, Simon. It’s jumping out of a plane without a parachute and expecting to land on your feet anyway.”

“Not wanting love to happen doesn’t make it not happen, Simon.”

I wished he would stay. And I wished he would love me.

I reached out and took Simon’s hand, placing it over my heart. “Do you feel that? You made it beat again. It’s yours.

“You’re really a sweet talker when you’re not a dirty talker, Dr. Hogue.”

“Bridget, I know we’ve done things a little arse backwards. We lived together before we became lovers. I knocked you up out of wedlock. But I wouldn’t change a thing. The order may not have been perfect, but you, our son, our babies…are perfect—everything I never knew I wanted.”

“This ring represents us. You’re the big beautiful stone in the middle. The two stones on the left represent Brendan and me. The two on the right are our unborn babies. Will you do me the great honor of being my wife?”

“I just can’t believe you kept that thing all this time.” “It’s proof you hooked me from the very beginning, luv.”