Total pages in book: 189
Estimated words: 174749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
The car comes to a stop and the chauffeur opens my door and I tell myself I need to just follow the script and I’ll be out of here in an hour to be able to get back onto my plane and back home. Maybe I’ll even invite Mr. Lobbyist with the small dick back to my place. He gives great head.
I walk into the Waldorf and make my way to Peacock Alley where the fundraiser is being emceed. Security checks my credentials and all of a sudden I’m in a sea of bowties and cocktail dresses. People sipping martinis and laughing politely as they talk about the problems associated with ruling the world.
“Senator Hawthorne?” an usher says to me, coming up to me. He must have recognized me, although I don’t do many of these things. I nod. “If you’ll follow me, please,” he asks.
But wait, I’m sticking to my plan, remember. I can’t get caught up in anything else.
“Actually, can you take me to Governor Andrews?” I say to the usher. He looks at me for a moment and then nods and begins to make his way through the clumps of people surrounding the buffet table and bar.
We make our way for a minute until we reach a massive fireplace and that’s when I see the usher go up next to a tall man in a tuxedo with his back turned to me. He interrupts a conversation and the man turns to me and all of a sudden I catch my breath.
You remember when I told you earlier I didn’t want to have kids because I needed to focus on work?
Well, hun, if this man told me to have his babies, I’d hike up my dress and spread my legs right here on the floor.
I don’t even speak as I watch him walk over to me.
“Senator Hawthorne?” he asks and holds out his hand. “I’m Governor Andrews. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you in person.”
I just had sex this morning. But then, why am I salivating over his Greek god body that fills out his Armani tailored suit?
I take a moment to look him up and down. He's got a handsome, to die for face. Blonde hair that's perfectly coiffed. His jaw is chiseled and his face is lean. Hungry. His eyes are a piercing blue and deep. They hold something dark. That face sits on top of an elegant neck and one of the most fantastic specimens of human male I have ever seen. Shoulders so broad that they could stop a truck. A chest that you can tell has pecs the size of wooden boards. Washboard abs. A tall, 6 foot 4 inch sculpture of perfection with a bulge in his trousers that hints at a package that I might want to explore.
“I’m surprised we have never met before,” I manage to speak through a dry mouth that’s panting with desire. “Considering you’ve been in office for two years and I’ve been a Senator for those two years as well.”
He nods to me. “I’ve been busy,” he simply says.
My eyes travel quickly over his body again and I look at his crotch. Whatever is down there is long. It’s thick. It’s pulsing. And I want it.
That’s right. I may want to fuck him. Or not. But it’s my decision. And right now, I am definitely leaning for fucking his brains out.
Control yourself, Viv! I tell myself as I get my eyes back up to his face.
“You’re causing quite the stir in Washington,” I tell him, looking at him. “It brought me down here to see what we could do to resolve this.”
“Well, I’m sorry Senator, but I don’t usually take it well when a small town Mayor tells me to go fuck myself because his initiatives are going against laws that apply to the entire state,” Carter says, his steely eyes drilling into me.
“Those factories don’t belong in the state anyways,” another voice interrupts me and I turn around.
A slim, elegant looking Chinese woman is standing there with a martini in her hand. She’s got a smirk that I immediately dislike and I can tell she’s not a big fan of mine either. And it’s clear to me that she sees herself as the person whose going to be fucking Carter Andrews. “This state is past manufacturing jobs, if you ask me.”
“I wouldn’t know who you are to ask you that, Miss…” I say with a smile and as much polite condescension as I can afford.
She extends a hand. “I’m sorry, where are my manners? I’m Tina Ling, special representative from the People’s Republic of China on behalf of China First Bank,” she says to me. “I also head the Communist Party in Shanghai and planned this fundraiser.”
“So, you’re the equivalent of the Mayor of Shanghai?” I ask, filing away the fact that China First Bank is holding a fundraiser for American political leaders for later.