Page 61 of Bona Fide

And fuck everyone, I want this woman right now on top of my desk so I can ask her the burning question that’s been incinerated in my brain for over a week.

“Good afternoon, Miss Shelton,” I acknowledge back, watching her take a seat in front of me.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve thought of some things to—”

“New ideas are always welcome,” I voice, closing down my laptop and folding my hands together. “What did you have in mind?”

She glances over at Em before saying, “Interviews with children.”

One of my brows rises. “With children?”

“The future of America,” Em chimes in. “You’re a role model, to teach children to never give up on their dreams and to work hard.”

“No other politician has done it,” Reagan states. “It’s different—unique even. It would show that children’s views mean as much as adults do.”

She’s right, it’s innovative and creative, but I’m not sure how much of a push it would cause for me. But the way her violet eyes glimmer at me with confidence—I cave.

“Sounds like a good idea, when do I start?” Her eyes widen then look back at Em to make sure she heard me right. My assistant shares the same owl-eyed look, staring at me as though I’ve lost my damn mind.

I have—Reagan holds my sanity.

“We can start next week,” Em finally says. “I can take a look at the schedule and figure out when.”

“Sounds good, if you could just update mine and I’ll sync it.”

“Absolutely.”

“Any other ideas, Miss Shelton?” She brings her attention back to me, still looking a little taken back.

“Uh...yeah. Hosting a ‘fun day’ for children. The carnival event went well a few weeks ago, it raised millions of dollars for the children’s hospital, but they weren’t present. I’d like to plan an event like that...for you. With the children from the hospital attending. I think it’d be fun.”

That’d be great if you don’t ignore me at that one too.

“I’m on board with that as well,” I say instead.

“Then we better get started,” Em announces. “I’ll do the invitations, Reagan, do you need help with the vendors or anything?” Her eyes stay locked on me, entranced, and my cock hardens at her staring at me like that.

Memories of fucking her in my penthouse flood my brain. I go into that room every chance I get to just relive it while I jack off to the recollections of her moans and how hard she came down against my lips.

“I got it,” she finally answers back.

I pry my eyes from her and look at Em. “Go out of state for this one. I want money from everywhere—for the kids.”

For Reagan.

“Absolutely,” she replies, waiting for Reagan to follow her out.

“I’d like to have a word with Miss Shelton if you don’t mind, Em.” She nods, thinking I’m going to talk about the contract.

I should, I want her here after the end of March, but I just want to talk to her for a moment before having to let her go.

My assistant quickly vacates my office, closing the door softly behind her and leaving me with a million ideas of how to make Reagan come in the next few minutes that we have.

To remind her that I haven’t forgotten about what I want.

“You look beautiful,” I start, leaning back in my leather chair and letting my eyes finally trail over her with zero shame. “I swear you’re trying to fucking kill me with those dresses, Miss Shelton.”

“You’re insane, Governor.” Her tone is flat, but I swear I see a twinkle in her violet irises.

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