“You want to mess with me?”
Andrew smacked his forehead with his hand. “Bridget…..for God’s sake, stop.”
Bridget glanced at him, her eyes dancing with mischief. “How was that?”
“Dude, this is a black tie thing. You do that half the people here would have strokes. Your going to get us kicked out.”
Grinning at the look of panic that suddenly crossed her face Andrew had to laugh. “Gotcha. But damn! That body suit is a knock out!”
“Remember it’s still Brendan in here. Knock it off honey….” She purred.
