Politics
Date: 12/30/2015,
Categories:
Hardcore
Author: Delphi
... the string to shut the blinds with a clang and turned back to him. “But that’s not why I’m here.” “Why are you here?” Brad’s hands slipped over to the back of the chair. Tamara turned to the side, reaching up to close the second set of blinds. She eased around the room to each set as if she were like performing a ballet. When the last one clamped off the remainder of sunlight, she peeked back at him. “What I’m about to discuss with you can’t leave this room, and I didn’t want any long range cameras to catch it.” He inclined his chin again. “Wise. I’m all ears.” Releasing the cord, she stepped forward to touch the tip of her fingers to the desk. “Nice. Smooth. Cherry?” “Yes, of course.” “That’s why I like you, Bradley.” She peeked up at him under a fan of perfect, fake lashes. “You appreciate quality, and you are classy in every way I’ve come to expect in a man and in ways I’d never dreamed. Like this party.” Get to the point, princess. He took a deep breath, straightening his spine and pushing back his shoulders. It was a pose he’d studied from the classiest of men throughout American history; it boasted grace, strength, and importance. Something she should learn to appreciate, even if she had been the winner of the primary. “I strive to be the best person I can be.” Nodding, her gaze fell to the desk as she stepped toward him, letting her fingers skate along its smooth surface. What’s she doing? The muscles at the corners of his eyes tightened. “May I call you Brad?” She ...
... looked up, the sudden attention of her pale blue eyes punching him in the gut. “Of course.” “Good.” Her lips spread, the grin deepening the shallow perfection of her face. “I like that.” He shifted his weight away from her. “Okay.” Tamara nodded, fingers finding the armrest of the chair. Trailing them up its back, she stepped closer until her firm breast grazed his elbow. “I would like to invite you to my team.” Her thin, sculpted eyebrows rose. “You know every way to entice followers, and you are the embodiment of a perfect politician. I would be very content to have you with me.” “‘The perfect politician’? The public has decided that is not as true as you believe. They chose you.” Her lips puckered. “I would prefer not to have a conversation where we kid ourselves. We have the same ideals, but we both know you’re more qualified. I just happen to be prettier.” “I... I can’t believe you just said that.” Brad’s hand gripped the chair tighter. Tamara shrugged, dragging a hand from his neck down. Rested her fingers at his sternum. Her gaze never left his. “Don’t you think I’m pretty?” “You’re a beauty pageant contestant, Tamara. I don’t think you need my affirmation.” He glanced down at her hand before meeting her hypnotic eyes again. “But we are both married.” “We are. And you’re such the impeccable person, I bet you’ve never been unfaithful.” His lungs seemed to close with each sucking breath. “Have you?” “Oh, yes. I’m not such the good girl.” The fingers on his chest spread. ...