Page 21 of Rory: His to Discipline

“But, sweetheart, we decided that we were going to do this the natural way, remember? That’s why we went to all those classes. Now, if you’ll just concentrate on your breathing, I’m sure you’ll be fine,” Mason assured her. He was sweating bullets glancing between the doctor, who had a slight grin on his face, and Rebecca who looked ready to murder someone. Her face was damp and her blonde hair looked ready for trick or treating. In his hand the doctor was holding a very long needle, which Mason was trying his damnedest not to look at.

“Mr. Kord,” the doctor spoke kindly, trying to diffuse the current situation. “It really isn’t good for your wife to get so upset. I am more than willing to give her an epidural. First babies are often much more difficult than later ones.”

“Rebecca,” Mason tried again. “I really think that if you’ll just .…”

“And I really think that if you don’t tell that doctor to give me some drugs right now, I will find a way to stick a bowling ball up your ass!” she screamed, her green eyes shooting daggers at him.

Mason snapped straight up in total shock, a horrified expression on his face, and looked at his wife as though he’d never seen her before. His face was beet red and a tic was jumping in his jaw that Rebecca paid absolutely no attention to.

“Give her the shot,” Mason pleaded. “I’ve never seen anything like this before.”

Doctor Maxwell signaled his nurse and the three of them rolled Rebecca to her side and swabbed her back with alcohol. The last thing Mason saw was the long needle being inserted into his wife’s spine. He hit the floor with a thud before he heard her scream.

Rebecca saw him go down and tried to peek over the side of the bed as she waved her hand toward him.

“You might want to get his brother from the waiting room and a couple other big men,” she advised with a sigh as the shot began to work. “He’s not going to be easy to move.”

Chapter Eight

Bridget walked in the front door of the law office fully expecting to see Tess at her desk. She was hoping Tess would go to lunch with her, but she really wanted to find out how she made out last night and if Rory had been able to find her. Her extremely high heels didn’t make any noise on the carpet as she checked out Nick’s office and the break room, getting herself a cup of coffee in the process. Walking back into the main room, she noticed the door to the other office was slightly open.

“Hey, Winston,” she yelled as she pushed the door open and walked in.

Lettuce went flying; his big hands tried to capture the container before things got any worse. Seeing the Italian salad dressing drip off his thick glasses, Bridget pivoted and hurried back to the break room for paper towels.

“Sorry,” she told him as she watched him try to wipe dressing off the papers on his desk. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You did not scare me, Ms. O’Malley. I believe the word is startled. You startled me.”

“Whatever, sorry,” Bridget apologized. “So, Winston, where is everybody?” she asked as she shrugged out of her leather jacket, tossed it onto a chair and perched her ass on the corner of his desk.

Her black skinny jeans hugged her bottom and legs like a second skin. Crossing her legs, she began to dangle her foot, slipping the heel of her shoe off and on. Her low-cut top revealed the curves of her breasts and Del tried to concentrate on wiping the oil off his glasses.

“I am the only one here, Ms. O’Malley,” he stated sternly, “And I would like to keep it that way. If you would just state your business, I can get back to my lunch. And the name is Delbert or Mr. Winston to you.”

“Geeze, Winston, lighten up, will you? I know your name is Delbert, but I can’t say it without … well, I just like Winston better,” she informed him with a grin. Reaching over what was left of his salad she snagged his apple, polished it on her sleeve and took a large bite. “So, where is everybody?”

Clearly frustrated, Del watched what was left of his lunch disappear. Her leg was swinging back and forth and she seemed oblivious to exactly how annoying he found her.

“Ms. Martinez went to the hospital with your brother and Mr. Kord is there also. I believe the other Mrs. Kord is having her baby.”

“Cool! Which brother?” she asked, munching happily.

“The Detective,” Del replied shortly. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do, Ms. O’Malley,” he informed her, motioning with his hand that she should get off his desk and move along.

Bridget ignored him, wiggled back a little farther on his desk and leaned forward.

“Hey, I’ve got a great idea. How about we get out of here, grab a burger and head over to the hospital. I can cut class this afternoon and you just lock-up and put a note on the door?”

Del began to sweat. Her cleavage was spread out before him like an all you can eat buffet. The tiny gold cross that had nestled between her breasts now swung free like a hypnotist’s orb drawing his eyes. How could someone so clueless about proper behavior make him want to push everything off his desk, lay her back and .… This was totally out of character for him and he wasn’t sure what to do about it.

“First of all, Ms. O’Malley, you have no business cutting classes at all. I’m sure your parents paid good money for your education and they deserve a daughter who appreciates that. Second, I have a responsibility to this firm and I have no intention of shirking my duties. Now, would you kindly get off my desk?”

“All right, all right,” she snapped hopping off the desk and strolling around his office. “Don’t blow a gasket, Winston. Geeze, it was just an idea.”

“And a poor one at that. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”

Bridget continued to stroll around his office, looking at pictures and handling objects she had no business touching.