Page 108 of Treason's Temptation
I pulled her leg so her body would follow. Each foot rested on the side of me, legs gapped open, allowing me to enjoy the view.
“Oh yeah. Tell me what you see?”
She grinned slowly and blushed. “You’re smart as fuck. You know how to break down things in a way that people can understand. That and the conviction in your tone is dangerous.”
“I must’ve nailed it, if you’re being nice.”
“Do you really care about all this stuff, or is this just a power quest for you?”
“I care about people, but I want power too,” I replied, folding my arms to keep my hands from running up her open thighs. “Theyhaven’t done shit but rig the game. The only difference is, I’m not out to destroy lives.”
“Torturing yourself all night won’t make the words magically appear,” Navie’s expression was more serious now. Then she turned off the heat, her face as icy as ever as she stood up. “You’re coming to bed.”
“Job’s not finished, Blue.”
Mischief twinkled in her eyes, taking on the challenge. They softened in a vulnerable way, grabbing my hand, pulling me out of my seat. The cherry on top was her turning left for my bedroom.
My arm draped around Navie’s waist, hand resting just below her ribcage. We rested naturally, no longer pretending there was a line in the sand.
“I hope you know we’re not sleeping down the hall anymore.”
Navie giggled, but it sounded more like a snort.
“Kidnapping me again, huh?”
Kissing the side of her face, I closed my eyes, allowing her soft warmth to make me forget that I didn’t finish my speech.
The sunlight bleeding through my curtains woke me up. I didn’t feel her warm skin or traces of cocoa butter. My eyes opened fully, swinging my feet to the floor. Curious how shemanaged to slip away without waking me, I padded down the hallway. I was ready to scold her for disobeying my order until I noticed her behind my desk.
“You sent me to sleep so you could break into my shit?” I asked, voice still rough from sleep.
“Yep, stealing everything I’ll need for my next move.”
I smiled. “Still might press charges on your ass.”
“Please, you’d be posing as my lawyer to get me out.Again.”
I walked in and leaned over her shoulder to see the screen.
“What are you doing?”
“Taking over.Jordanneeded rest.” My laptop sat open in front of her, papers and index cards spread across the desk, “You don’t need more numbers here,” she mumbled to herself, fingers tapping the keyboard. “You need a story. Something that makes them care.”
My head tilted before asking, “How the fuck did you get into my computer?”
“Using your swearing-in date as a password is too easy. You need to change it. Why were you handwriting your speech anyway?”
“Pen to paper always helps when I get stuck.”
“Apparentlynot,because I’m writing your speech. When is my next review? I need a pay raise.”
“Let me see what you cooked up first.” Tapping her thigh, Navie stood up, allowing me to slide into the seat while she sat on my lap.
“It’s not finished,” she said quickly. “I didn’t touch the policy parts, but the opening needed something. More human and less politician talk.”
Reading the first few lines, Navie wasn’t just beautiful. She was smart and witty, shown by the sentences she strung together. I looked at her nervously, fidgeting with the hem of my t-shirt, like a kid awaiting their parents’ reaction.
“You did good. Thanks Blue. For real, I appreciate it.”
