Page 28 of Presidential Bargain
“Positive,” Seanconfirmed.
Governor Lamar Huntley was my competition, the man on the Republican ticket. He and his picture-perfect family were popular. Who didn’t want to see a bunch of kids running around the White House, playing tag on the South Lawn? It was a fucking Norman Rockwell painting waiting tohappen.
“Then it’s one of these shady super PACs.” Super PACs were a goddamn Pandora’s Box. I hated them and avoided taking money from them at all costs. My campaign was largely funded by smaller donations from ordinary citizens, something I was extremely proud of and mentioned often on the campaigntrail.
“We’re considering it,” Lewis said, nodding to Jenkins. Of course they were, because they could be just as shady. One of the main reasons my campaign hired Lewis and Jenkins was to do some of the dirty work so I could keep my nose clean. Their job was to wade into the deepest of shit while I maintained a level of plausibledeniability.
“I’ll make a statement when we get back to New York City. Until then, let the assholes speculate all they want. I also need sexual assault statistics.” The aides started click-clacking away on their laptops and I could guarantee that within minutes, my inbox would have the information Iasked.
I heard the door to the bedroom open and turned to see Georgie poke her head into the hallway. Her hair was piled high in a messy bun, her face completely bare of makeup, and her lips were swollen from my kisses. I also saw more than one mark on her neck. I stood from my cramped seat and walked toward her. Her eyes followed my every movement and she smiled shyly as I slipped my hands around her waist and pulled her close. I kissed each mark that I left before tackling her lips. I didn’t care that my staff was on the bus, or that Lewis, Jenkins, and Sean were probably watching as well. Georgie was mine and everyone needed toknowthat.
“Good morning. Did we wake you up?” I saidsoftly.
“No. I felt the bus stop.” Her fingers twisted in my T-shirt nervously and I reached up to cover her hand with mine. She looked up at me with her big green eyes and her face was covered in a delicious pink blush. Was she nervous?Embarrassed?
“We’re heading back to New York City. I moved up our photo shoot with Sierra Simmons and I’m going to have to make a statement when wegetback.”
Georgie nodded her head and her eyes scanned the bus nervously. Everyone was watching us, their eyes curious and speculative. We were in murky waters now and they wanted answers. Was this still a scam or was this something more? I didn’t have answers to the questions they silentlyasked.
“I’ll have one of the aides forward you the new schedule. Get dressed and I’ll make you some breakfast.” I kissed Georgie lightly on the cheek before she returned to the tiny bedroom weshared.
I turned back around and everyone still stared, their gazes glued on me. I could see Sean struggling to suppress a smile. Lewis and Jenkins both had raisedeyebrows.
“Stop gawking and get backtowork.”
“Jameson and Georgie, sitting in a tree,” Sean begantosing.
“Shut the fuck up, asshole, or I’m going to toss you out of this bus. While it’smoving.”
Ihada whole dayto myself, a rarity on the campaign trail. Jameson rescheduled all the events for the next few days. Instead, we returned to New York City. I was eager to leave the bus behind, to sleep in a real bed, and to shower in something larger than a tin can. I couldn’t wait to dive into a bathtub and just soak. The bus was an economical form of transportation, but it was claustrophobicashell.
Jameson spent his time working on a statement to give about my assault. I had a hard time with that term—assault. The more I said it aloud and the more I talked about it, the easier it became to accept. He wouldn’t let me read his statement, but I knew it troubled him because that night, when he came to bed, he stripped me and made love to me fiercely. He used his body to claim me overandover.
The press conference where Jameson would make his statement took on a life of its own. He didn’t want it to be political, but I convinced him that it should be. We spent the rest day arguing about it, but I eventually won. Even though I was assaulted, thousands of women across the country endured far worse, and the perpetrators faced very little consequences. I convinced him to have the press conference at a women’s shelter and to have victims of domestic abuse and sexual assaultpresent.
We arrived in New York the day before the scheduled press conference. That night Jameson and I had a quiet dinner in our suite. Sean, Lewis, Jenkins and the rest of the staff had been dispatched back to work shortly before our dinner arrived. Jameson seemed troubled and preoccupied the entire day, and I attributed it easily to the press conference the next day. I wasnervoustoo.
“You haven’t really eaten,” Jameson commented, breaking me out of mytemporaryhaze.
“I know.” I looked down at my plate of macaroni and cheese. It would normally be devoured by now. I pushed some noodles around my plate until Jameson stopped me, placing a firm handovermine.
“Come on.” He stood, placing his napkin on the table. He held out his hand for me to take and then led me back to thebedroom.
I didn’t question him. I learned quickly when to let Jameson take charge, and this was one of those moments. Jameson kept his firm hold on my hand as we walked into the suite’s sumptuous bathroom. He turned on the tap for the large steam shower and then began to undress. I followed suit, shedding my own leggings and T-shirt.
Jameson stepped in the shower first, no doubt to let the water scald him first before adjusting it to my preferred temperature. Showering with him was new and I quickly figured out more of Jameson’s habits. He liked his showers scalding hot. I waited anxiously in the cold bathroom until I heard him say, “Are you coming inornot?”
I took one look at his defined masculine form through the foggy glass. “Definitely coming in,” I responded, biting my lip with delicious anticipation for what was waiting for meinside.
Jameson latched onto me instantly, unexpectedly. He pushed me against the cold tile wall, his hands moving to cup my ass as he lifted me. My legs reflexively wrapped around his waist. He snaked a hand to grab ahold of his cock and guided it into me. In one quick thrust, Jameson filled me. I held onto him tightly as he punished my body with his desire. This wasn’t a slow, sensual act. Jameson was gradually coming unhinged and when our bodies connected, he was grounded. He needed thismoment.
Jameson finished quickly, holding me tightly until he slipped out. Our foreheads connected and I felt his heavy breath against myflushedface.
“I’m sorry,” herasped.
“You don’t have anything to be sorry about,” Isoothed.
“I was an animal.” Jameson unwound my legs from around his waist and set me gently back to my feet. I held his face firmly between my hands and made him lookatme.
