“I need to see you again,” he said. As much as he regretted not spending time with his daughter, Nancy Smith had made up for all the disappointment and left him wanting more.
Counting the rushed initial outbursts of exuberance, the Senator had come seven times in a span of less than a day. A record for him. Had anyone told him he had it in him to do that, he might have questioned his own strength to keep going. Seven, the lucky number.
Lying down on the bed, looking out into the nothingness beyond the windows that consisted of the infinite hazy blue sky, Brandon McKenzie couldn’t think of any other sexual position or fantasy or wild adventure. His every need had been met. Introduced to a few new ones he never knew about. All he wanted was the endless cresting of passion and the tenderness of well-toned body for his recovery.
“Will you come back on my show?” She asked him, ignoring his question. It was her rule to not get too involved with any one man. Ever since her years at Smith College and throughout the rest of her career, which had been on an epic and accelerated rise.
“Is that the price for seeing you again?” the Senator asked.
“No, you couldn’t afford me if you had to pay!” She said with boldness that surprised him. She had seen and been with the richest of men, billionaires who showered her with expensive gifts that will one day be put in a museum.
The surprising revelation from all those encounters had been there was no price high enough a man can pay for her. Nothing. A woman of her instincts could get any man she wanted and the multi-million dollar contract she signed with the network had given her more money than she needed for her life anyway.
“Is that a challenge?”
“It is the truth, Brandon. I have always been honest with you.”
“Well, for starters, you have never told me why you didn’t ask me about the affair…” Brandon said, propping himself on the pillow and looking into her eyes intently.
“I thought you needed a break. I felt so sorry for you,” she said, laughing.
The Senator couldn’t argue with that answer. He felt small and yet understood. A weird combination that made him want her more.
“How about we meet again next weekend?”
“I have many reporting trips… Was your daughter involved?” Nancy said.
“Involved? In what?”
“Sources telling me Seth Crawford’s daughter was found dead. Was that what you were talking to her about?”
In a small sequence of three sentences, the Senator got the answer he had been looking for. No matter his feelings for her and regardless of how much pleasure she gave him, Nancy Smith was a journalist first and foremost. She had a job to do. He had conveniently forgotten about his.
“How did you know?” He asked her with incredulity.
“I have my sources,” she said, smiling the same way as she had done before. This wasn’t a game she was playing. It was serious business.
“Still investigating. It seems to be an accident.”
“My producer is pushing for a piece on Monday,” she said with no concern in her facial expressions.
“Oh no! You can’t do that, Nancy. Let the man grieve in peace. So much unknown about the case…” The Senator panicked for a moment.
She kept quiet. Looking at him with that same expression in her eyes that won him over since the first instant he saw her.
“It would mean a lot to me, Nancy. Please.” He begged her.
“Can’t promise anything. I will try to hold it. Depending on how much it blows up… My hands are tied…”
“I know. I appreciate this very much. Everything thing about this.”
“Me, too. Maybe we can meet next weekend. What do you have in mind?”
Senator Brandon McKenzie looked at her with wonderment. The emptiness in his mind filled with unlimited options. Unlimited power. Unlimited supply of pleasure. All the way to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. He could feel fate tugging at him. Pulling him forward into greatness. A surge of excitement overpowered his own inhibition. Before Nancy Smith could resist, he was already on top of her.
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