Page 14 of An Impossible Love
Moxie laughed. “Which is why you need someone on the inside to help you. I’m not saying anything; I’m not being your pimp. Why not come to Camp David with me? Have dinner one-on-one with Orin.”
“Actuallyinsane.” Emmy felt irked now. What the hell did Moxie think she was playing at?
“He’s lonely, Em. I offered to get dates for him, but he’s only interested in one woman.”
“This isn’t fair, Moxie. I feel like… God, if I say no, will I be shunted out of my job? Is this an executive order?” Emmy’s eyes filled with tears, the panic setting in.
Moxie got up and put her arms around Emmy. “Stop. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t know it would upset you this much. Of course, we can forget it. I’m sorry. I was just… God, I don’t know… trying to matchmake two people I love.”
“I’m hisagent, Mox. You know as well as I do that it’s an impossible situation. He can’t go anywhere in the world without scrutiny, and I have a job to do. I take that job very, very seriously. Come on now, you know how hard I had to work to be the first female on his detail, let alone the first Indian agent to protect the President.”
Moxie sat back down. “Can I ask?”
“What?”
“Do you like him?”
Emmy busied herself. “I voted for him, if that’s what you mean.”
Moxie rolled her eyes. “Em.”
“Fine. Yes, he’s very attractive; yes, I’m human after all. But crushing on the President of the United States isn’t reality, Mox. Please, can we drop this?”
“Of course, Em. Listen, you got some time off?”
Emmy nodded, still disturbed by the strange conversation. “I’m getting a dog.”
“Huh.”
“What?”
“Oh, nothing,” Moxie had a mischievous grin on her face, “Just that Orin was talking about getting a dog earlier. Coincidence?”
“Yes.” But now Emmy found herself grinning. “Dogs will save the world.”
“Amen to that.”
Moxie stayed a little while longer, then left for Camp David. Emmy switched the lamps on in her apartment and scooched down on the couch. She deliberately flicked the television to a loud action movie, but it didn’t distract her the way she wanted it to.
Moxie had set something off in her brain—the fantasy, the dream of being close to Orin Bennett. Emmy couldn’t deny that she had been excited when Mox told her that he liked her. God, this was just like ninth grade… except with nuclear buttons and service issue sidearms.
The thought of spending time with Orin, just as Emmy and Orin, was like chocolate to a diabetic—rich, delicious and mouthwatering—but entirely off limits.
The movie started to get on her nerves, and she shut the television off and lay down, staring up at the ceiling. Since Zach had died, she hadn’t been with anyone else—hadn’t been attracted to anyone else—but she had to admit to the heat she felt inside her when she was with the president, and if she was honest, she knew he was attracted to her, too.You couldn’t fake that chemistry,she thought.
There are ways we could make it work…
Damn it, Mox, why did you have to tell me that?Because now, all she could think of was kissing Orin Bennett, sliding her hands under one of his expensive Italian shirts, letting her fingers move over the ripple of his stomach muscles, cupping his cock through his pants.Damn.
She wondered what it would feel like to be underneath him, gazing into his eyes as his cock thrust into her. Emmy gave a moan and slid her hand between her legs, rubbing her clit through her jeans as she fantasized about Orin Bennett making love to her. She stroked herself into a mellow orgasm, and then closed her eyes. She wanted to call Moxie on her cell phone, an unsecured line, and say the words which could start the ball rolling on something no one could control. She wanted to say the words but forced herself not to.
So, how do we make this work?
Emmy sighed and rolled off the couch and headed to the shower, cranking the water to run cool in an attempt to jolt herself out of the fantasy.
Max Neal, far-right-wing activist, placed the photographs out on the large table in the farmhouse’s kitchen. In the middle of rural Pennsylvania, he and his small group of trusted colleagues had come to strategize and regroup. Max had realized early on that he was the focus of the Secret Service and FBI as soon as Orin Bennett had been sworn in, and so he disbanded his group to go underground.
There were six of them now, and he, Max, was the only one among them who had spent time as a mercenary. He didn’t really understand why they were following him, a rich boy from old Virginia money, but he’d take it. He loathed the new president, and he had been disappointed when his old college roommate, Martin Karlsson, had chosen to distance himself from Max.Traitor.He was looking forward to ruining Martin’s life as well as removing Bennett from office.
