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Chapter Fourteen
Nashville was just as freezing cold as Newport and Providence. I was hoping that would not be the case. More than ever, I was positive that I needed to spend a couple of weeks on a tropical island at some point in the near future.
I was happy that Jaspermade the transfer from the aircraft to the big black SUV with tinted windows a quick one. He sat very close to me in the back seat, and that made the ride extra cozy. Joe, the security guy, was driving. Jasper said we were on our way to a motel on the west end of town and off the interstate. He was worried that Bryn and Katie had put themselves in more jeopardy than they realized and dragged Dale,along with Katie’s boyfriend, into danger with them.
“Are you referring to Zach?” I asked.
“Yes. Turns out he’s a doctor in training. If they’d only waited, I could have arranged a meeting with their mother in a safer environment.”
“Then Bryn knows Amelia wasn’t her mother?”
“My guess is that after speaking with Katie, she figured it out. She’s smart, like you.”
I sniffed, simpering. “You’re going to make my head expand and float away to the moon.”
He chuckled while tapping out an email to a guy named Curtis Rumsfeld. “As long as I can come with you.”
I just smiled as I watched Jasper’s thumbs hit letters. There was a reason he was letting me see what he was writing—he was telling this guy that he wasn’t interested in politics and tofind another candidate to groom. After hitting Send, he winked at me.
“Then it’s settled,” I said. “No more of this POTUS nonsense.”
He turned his head curiously. “You mean you wouldn’t have voted for me?”
I snickered. “Not when I first met you, that’s for sure.”
Jasper tilted his head back, laughing heartily. I had never heard that sort of laughter from him, and becauseof that, I relished the sound.
“I would definitely want your vote, babe.” He held up a finger. “Even if I’d only gotten one, I would’ve wanted it to be yours.”
I was smiling from ear to ear. Jasper definitely knew how to charm me. “Well, now that I know you better, I wouldn’t give it to anyone else but you.”
Jasper squeezed me tighter. “Then that would’ve made me a winner.”
I rolled my eyes. “You sure know how to lay it on thick. But don’t stop. It turns me on.”
He chuckled. I could tell he wanted to say something complimentary. Then his gaze turned serious. “But I couldn’t live under the scrutiny of being president. Not only that, but I’m not a politician. Never have been and never will be. And I know what they’re made of. I’ve had to pay off a lotof them so that I can get shit done.”
I grunted thoughtfully and pondered what he’d said.
“She’s thinking,” Jasper said.
I grinned as I scratched the back of my head. “I don’t think many people are like you. I mean, shit, Jasper—you can remember a sentence in a paragraph after studying a page for less than a minute.”
“It was two minutes. And doing that shit is stressful.”
I nodded emphatically. “I can imagine it is, my love. Your father made sure you acquired that ability under duress, but you do have it. And I’m sure you have opinions on foreign affairs, economics, and national security.”
He scoffed. “Don’t we all. But I’m not interested in fixing any of it. What the hell, babe—you want me to be a fucking president?”
I laughed. “No way,” Isaid, shaking my head adamantly. “I just know you’d be a hell of a president if you decided to be one. I’m rather partial to the idea of you and Vincent Adams taking over the media world.”
Jasper struck again. His mouth was on mine, and we were kissing deeply.Holy shit—I loved it when he did that.
“I love that you want me to take over shit.” His eyes smoldered. “You know how muchI love it?” He guided my hand to his engorged crotch. I squeezed his package.Shit, he’s as hard as steel.
My heart skipped a beat. By the way we looked at each other, it was clear we were going to fuck each other silly the next time we were in bed together. I still hadn’t taken my hand off his rigidness. Without even realizing it, I was stroking his shaft through his pants.
Jaspersucked air between his clenched teeth as he wrapped his large hand around my tiny wrist. He shook his head at me, watching me with his eyes glazed over. “I know you don’t care who sees us, and neither do I, but we’re almost at our destination, and I need to fucking focus.”
