The Game Ch. 02

Note: This chapter serves as a go between chapters to introduce Bridget and give you a glimpse into thier relationship. Next chapter you get to meet Heather's sexy new intern.

My desk was strategically placed in front of St. Ives office. I had moved it myself as to intercept any person who intended to speak to him. If they were under peaceful terms I would be glad to let them pass but if they had any intention of causing trouble or appeared to be under duress then I would either help them as I was hired by Mr. Thompson to do or ring for security for them to be escorted out.

The only times I ever regretted my placement was when I had to endure a front row seat to Cassidy Reynolds high pitched screams...much like I was doing now.

After about the fifth scream I was ready to barge in and gag her. She had this high pitched Paris Hilton voice that just grated on my nerves. I could stand it when she talked normally but whenever she screamed....God, her voice gained about thirty more decibels and just echoed in my head.

I don't even know how he could stand it. She must have been right in his ear when she did it....you know, I'll bet fifty bucks that he puts earplugs in before each bout. Otherwise he might just go deaf.

Suddenly Cassidy Reynolds screams reached their climax as she found hers. I think that one reached a frequency only dogs could hear. It was quickly followed but the rustling of clothes as they each adjusted themselves to look decent once more. They would both be out soon after that.

I hated that moment most of all.

I had no rights of ownership over St. Ives but every time she was escorted out by him with a smug smile on her face I just wanted to gab her by her bleach blond head and smash it in the wall. Her face spoke of fabulous sex and the fact that she was getting it from the man she knew I wanted.

She'd known about my feelings for St. Ives for quite some time. I don't know when she had caught on to it but now she just loved to rub it in my face...I really hated her for that.

As if on cue St. Ives door opened as he performed their usual parting routine, his hand cradling the small of Cassidy's back as he ushered her out. "Thank you for stopping by, Cassidy."

"No prob, gummy bear. Like, it was no problem." I almost cringed at her reply. I hated that nickname. It made me want to shove gummy bears up her ass...a fantasy I had often. "Great seeing you, Heather!"

Bite me, you bitch. "Of course." I answered instead as I arose from my seat to go to the filing cabinet that contained the file that St. Ives had previously demanded. "Good day, Ms. Reynolds."

After she had departed I immediately offered the files to St. Ives before returning to my desk. I wanted to be somewhere else, anywhere else that he wasn't. The only thing that prevented me from doing so was the fact that I had no reason to leave at that moment and if I did he would see it for what it really was...running away.

"Have you spoken to Thompson yet?" He asked as he reached for the door handle to office.

"No." I tried to keep the strain from my voice but it was damn near impossible to stop all of it. "Should I request an audience?"

"Yes. For 3:00." Thankfully that was all he needed to say as he entered behind the closed door. I let out a little sigh of relief as I dialed David Thompson's secretary to set up the appointment.

"Hey, Bridge. 3:00 for Mr. Thompson, alright." I greeted as she picked up.

"No problem, Hun." Bridget McKinney replied, her usual soothing voice gentle on my abused ears. "You don't sound good, Heather. What happened?"

"Just a bad day." And that was code for...

"Ah, a booty call day." We'd developed a little system for me so that when St. Ives was in the room, he wouldn't catch on to the nature of our conversations. It was built mostly for me but Bridget would occasionally use it to. It was our little secret. "Meet me in the break room, alright."

"I just got back from break." The complaint was weak considering the fact that I was going to do exactly as she had asked.

"Get a fresh cup of coffee." She laughed before hanging up. I looked down at my steaming cup and debated over what would be the best course of action to take. I could just dump it out...but St. Ives was probably aware of the fact that it was still fresh, or...I can just chug it.

The decision was made for me as the rattle of the door knob reached my ears. I hurriedly reached for my half full cup and began to drown it. The liquid burned as it flowed over my tongue, numbing the sensitive appendage before racing a painful trail down my throat.

"Time for another cup." I croaked as I beat a hasty retreat toward the door.

"Thompson's appoin-"

"3:00!" I yelled behind my shoulder, not stopping to face him. I almost ran over several people in my mad rush to the break room but I knew that I needed to see my friend. Sometimes people just need a break...and this was one of those times. "Bridget, I hate her."

Ignoring my lack of greeting, she took my care bears coffee cup and refilled for me. "Sit down."

"The bitch loves rubbing it in my face, Bridget." I stated as I sat down in one of the plush seats the room provided. "And she knows she can get to me."

"Skanks like her are bottom feeders." Bridge replied as she sat down across from me. "The only way that they can get to the top is by fucking everything that moves and making women like us feel bad about ourselves."

"I still hate her." She was everything that I hated in a person...selfish, rude, stupid, and superficial. She was also one of the most beautiful, fake people I had ever seen. With her long flowing waves of bleached blond hair, baby blue eyes, and deliciously enhanced little body she was the epitome of American beauty.

I could see why men wanted to fuck her.

"I know, Hun." She soothed as she reached over to pat my hand before smiling. "Did you have the fantasy of shoving gummy bears up her ass again?"

"Yes." I growled as I took a sip of my coffee. The taste barely registered on my burnt flesh.

"You chugged your coffee again!" Bridget laughed as she watched the emotions flit across my face. I loved her laugh...her voice was wonderful otherwise but when she laughed it just took on a husky quality that brushed over one's nerves like a fine toothed comb. It combed out the frazzled endings and enabled me to survive the rest of the day.

She had an Audrey Hepburn look to her. Dainty and petite. Her long mahogany locks reached the curve of her shoulder blades and gleamed with red highlights in the sun. It was a shame that she kept it tied back in a bun during the day but in all the days I've known her she has always worn it that way. Thats most likely why it was so special when she finally did let it down and she had these velvety brown eyes like melted chocolate.

If I were a man I could get lost in those eyes.

"Bitch." I replied affectionately as I rose from my chair.

"Whore."

"See you later?" I asked hopefully, pausing in the doorway to see if I'd have an ally for the meeting. David and St. Ives hated each other. They each had a different opinion about everything and argued even if they agreed. There was always a much better way to do things and each refused to do what the other wanted.

I usually acted as a referee to their meetings and sometimes even I couldn't come up with a reasonable solution for everyone. That's why I needed Bridge; two heads were definitely better than one.

"3:00, Hun."

"Excellent. See you then." I replied as I began to walk away but stopped to seriously add. "Bring your big girl panties...you're gonna need them."