Free The O'Malley Brides by Stevie MacFarlane

down on Tess’s desk and leaned forward.
    “What the hell happened , girl?  I can’t believe you took off like that.  Ma was fit to be tied.  You should have hea rd her tearing a strip of Rory last night.  I tell you it was a sight to behold.”
    Bridget’s golden hair was actually bouncing she was so animated.  Swinging around , she plopped her mini-skirted ass on Tess’s desk, not even noticing that they were not alone. 
    “You got any coffee ? ” she asked, jumping off the desk and heading for the tiny room in the back, still talking.  “Colleen and I couldn’t believe it.  I haven’t heard Ma yell at him like that in years.  Not Rory, the exalted oldest son,” she snickered as she scooted out of sight.
    Tess looked at Dell, who stood there with his mouth hanging open. 
    “Where’s the creamer?” Bridget yelled.  “You wa nt a cup?  I have to say though that I almost felt sorry for him.  Can you believe that?  I can’t.  I mean as many times as he’s read me the riot act I…”
    Bridget came around the corner and stopped dead in her tracks.  Standing in front of the fireplace was the…well , the world’s tallest geek.  From his perfect suit, to his wingtip shoes, he absolutely screamed establishment.  He held a leather briefcase in one hand and pushed his huge black rimmed glasses up on the bridge of his nose with the other.  Bridget would have bet her last buck he had a pocket protector under that vest.  His short hair was sandy blonde and she had to admit he had nice eyes behind those hideous glasses .    
    Dell could feel his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.  The young woman wore a green plaid skirt that barely covered her ass.  With her high heeled boots and a bulky golden sweater, she was very attractive.  Her green eyes were wide in surprise and h e r pink lips formed a perfect O for the first time since she’d breezed in the door, she was quiet.
    Bridget approached the desk and handed Tess her coffee.   “I’m sorry , Tess.  I didn’t know you had a client,” she apologized sweetly.
    “No he works here,” Tess told her.  “This is Dell…”
    Before she could finish , Dell reached for Bridget ’s hand .    “Delbert Bertram W inston IV, I’m very pleased to meet you miss—”
    Bridget slipped her small hand in his and turned to look at Tess over her shoulder.   “He’s kidding right?” she laughed.
    Tess quickly shook her head , no , and frowned at Bridget.
    “And you are?” Dell asked, clearly beginning to feel insulted.
    “Bridget O’Malley , Ms. Bridget O’Malley, the first, ” she supplied trying hard not to snicker.
    “M s. O’Malley.   I hope you’re not disparaging my name?  I’ll have you know t hat I come from a long line of W inston s, all of who m have had distinguished careers in…”
    Bridget could not control herself a m oment longer.  Setting her coffee down as quickly as she could, she slumped against Tess’s desk, ben t her head down and covered her face with her hands.  Bridget was laughing so hard, tears ran from her eyes and she could not catch her breath.
    “Oh my God,” she managed to choke out.  “You think I’m laughing about Winston?  That is too funny,” she spit out, laughing so hard now she snorted.  Raising her head , she held her stomach and stared off into space.  “What kind of woman names her son Delbert?” she asked in wonder before going into another peel of uncontrollable laughter.
    “My Great-Grandmother, my Grandmother, and my mother apparently,” Dell informed her stiffly. 
    “Bridget, please,” Tess implored her, biting the inside of her cheek to keep herself from grinning.  It really was a horrible name, but she liked Dell and could see that he was getting angrier by the minute.  Imagine . C alm, collected Dell getting mad.  It was almost too much for her.
    “Ms. Martinez, I will be in my office.  Excuse me.”
    “Wait,” Bridget cried, wiping the tears from her face