Page 27 of Naughty Festivities

CHAPTER SEVEN

In the low light ofhis bedroom, Amelia lay in his arms, and they played with each other’s fingers. Like long-time lovers.

“Did you always want to go into politics?” she asked.

Jack drew in a breath, searching for the right answer. He had, but he hadn’t. When he was younger, it seemed like a silly dream.

“I always wanted to be a lawyer, which I eventually did. Then, once I began to understand the real issues in our country, I thought I could make more of a difference on Capitol Hill.”

“Do you?” Amelia asked him.

Jack let out a small laugh. “Some days, the answer is yes. Other days I really don’t fucking know.”

“You can’t fix the world on your own,” she said, lifting her face to his. He lowered his mouth and kissed her slowly for the hundredth time.

Jack had the feeling he could kiss her for eternity and still never get tired of it. After all, he was a fan of caviar and champagne.

Especially when it came in a petite and sexy little package called Amelia Dufort.

But he wanted to know more about her.

“So sexy, what about you? Did you always want to be a pole dancer?” Jack asked.

“Mostly. I never thought I could, though. You know, too short, too wide.” She grinned.

He loved that she could give the sass back to him, but that didn’t stop him slapping her cheek bare ass.

“Nothing wide about you, sweetheart. Now, enough joking around. Tell me what you do, or I’ll get my friends at the FBI to do a check on you.”

She gasped.

“You cannot do that.”

“No, I can’t. But I’ll hunt you down myself and follow you to whatever strip club you work at.” Jack threatened.

Suddenly, Amelia sighed. “It’s not that glamorous.”

Jack laughed. “What? As a strip club? I’m sure it is.”

She slapped his chest.

“It’s weird. That’s all.”

Weird?

What the hell did she do?

Jack lifted his head, nudged Amelia onto her back and leaned over her. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. You’re smart and funny. Unless you dress up like a clown and, I dunno, actually pole dance, then I doubt it's weird.”

Amelia sighed again. “I’m a sculptor.”

Jack blinked.

A sculptor - that was the big secret.

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