Dr. Bernard

I was stunned for a moment as Bridget's door flung open and before me appeared her mother. Contradicting everything I just said, I hastily jumped into the briefs Ingrid left for me in order to have some form of covering in front of Dr. Bernard. Her eyes scanned me from head to toe as I dressed. When I finally pulled up the waistband around my hips, Bridget came over with my glasses. She seemed to be holding on to them this whole time for me. I didn't pay much thought to it since the moment I put them on, I could see the striking figure of Bridget's mother staring at me in just my underwear. Now that I could see her face more clearly, that only made my situation more embarrassing.

My face reddened as I nervously scratched the back of my head, "Oh! Um...good morning Dr. Bernard. You are are looking splendid today."

"As are you Professor Finn." She nodded. Did I detect a hint of a smile in her tone? It was hard to be sure, her expression is usually so stoic. "I was under the impression you were sleeping downstairs?"

My pulse quickened at her statement. Even if she weren't my girlfriend's mother I desperately wanted to impress this woman. She she was classy, well-educated, and had an air of authority about her that tells you she knows how to get her way. Yet I slipped into her daughter's bedroom to have myself a good romp despite what I said to her last night. I struggled for a good excuse.

"I finally managed to get him upstairs," Bridget chimed in "truth be told I didn't like the fact that my boyfriend deliberately chose to sleep downstairs after you so graciously gave him permission to stay with me. I felt so ugly and lonely knowing that my Avery would rather take the couch rather than please his lady."

I waved my arms, "W-Wait! That's not true!" Did I honestly offend Bridget that much by staying downstairs last night? Did she want to be with me that badly? I never wanted to hurt Bridget. I just wanted to come off as noble to her parents.

Bridget pointed at me, "Avery, when given a choice between me and literally anything else, pick ME every time."

"Um, but I..."

"Avery," Dr. Bernard waved a finger at me. She used my name to remind me she can call me whatever she wanted "don't make the same mistake again."

"Yes?" I answered without certainty.

Was she talking about sneaking into her daughter's room or refusing to room with her straight from the get-go? I couldn't be sure but either way, Dr. Bernard seemed to dismiss the matter as she turned away.

"Ah yes, Avery I assume you will be joining us for breakfast this morning?" Dr. Bernard turned her head toward me.

"Oh, no I couldn't possibly impose any further. You have already been a most generous hostess. I really..."

"No fun if I'm the one cooking?" Her gaze narrowed.

"No! Uh, I mean yes! I would love to join you for breakfast. Be right down."

Dr. Bernard's face softened and she proceeded downstairs.

I breathed a sigh of relief as Bridget came to me and hugged my arm. "That was embarrassing." I said simply.

"Down worry so much Ave. I am quite certain my mother likes you. At the very least, you are fun to mess around with." Bridget nuzzled my shoulder.

"Like that makes me feel better." I grumbled. I still wanted her mother to think highly of me. I always felt that way towards people with authority. Like how I was with the dean.

"Come now, Mother doesn't like to be kept waiting." Bridget pulled me along towards the kitchen downstairs.

I looked down at the hideous underwear Ingrid left me to wear as we walked and let out another sigh. My face reddened once again remembering I went through a whole conversation looking like this. It appeared I was going to attend another meal at the Bernard residence under-dressed.