I can imagine Owen being sworn in as governor, with me as his lieutenant. Because Carter’s put forth an interesting proposition of a third-party run, and I can see it all laid out.
It’d piss Daddy off something fierce, but it’s workable.
Reallyworkable.
And it’ll ensure everyone knowsmyname without the parenthetical statement of who my father is as the sub-lede.
I want that.
Really,reallywant that.
It’s amusing to learn Carter has an eidetic memory. When I quiz him, he literally can recite nearly verbatim what both I and the teacher said on the subject. From the shock on Owen’s face, I can see this is news to him, too.
My mind races, miles and years ahead of where we are right here tonight. Someone like Carter, who can remembereverything?
He’s a weapon in more ways than one. Especially in the political world. Maybe he doesn’t realize that.
Or, perhaps he does.
At the end of the evening, Owen excuses himself to use the bathroom before they prepare to return to their dorm. Once I hear the bathroom door close behind Owen, I turn, and Carter’s now standingrightbehind me.
I mean, he moves like a damn cat. He’d been sitting on the couch and I never heard him move.
My clit’s throbbing as I stare up at him, at the intensity in his gaze as he studies me.
“Youreallywant to be governor?” he whispers.
I nod. “I do.”
“I want Owen to be governor. He wants it, but he’d never go for it on his own.” He studies me for a long moment, his gaze sweeping my body before settling on my eyes again. “I don’t want to hurt him,” he says.
How bad is it that I knowexactlywhat he means?
And that we’re going to do it anyway.
“Me, either,” I say.
“I mean, there’s alotof stuff you don’t know about him, or me. We do this,together, but we do thismyway, and you don’t argue with me or deviate from the plan.I’min charge. That means keeping this a secret from him, for now. You fuck the plan, or you lie to me, and we’redone. No second chances. Understand?”
This is the second moment my world seriously shifts, although this one I vaguely recognize, at the time.
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper, because no other answer feels right.
The long, slow, sexy smile he gives me sets my clit throbbing in ways it never has before, no matter how great the sex, no matter how hot the book, no matter how fantastic the vibrator.
Never have I ever felt like this before.
I viscerally recognize that not only does this man completely understand me, he is in many ways a twin to me when it comes to politics, and the opposite side of the coin to me in personality in the ways that count.
He leans in, cups the back of my neck, and slants a world-shattering, possessive, hungry kiss across my lips that I try to chase when he pulls back. He stops me with a finger to my lips andthatsmirk.
“Myverygood girl,” he whispers. “We’re going to do great things, thethreeof us.”
I turn when I hear the bathroom door open down the hall. When I turn back, Carter’s now sitting on the couch as if he never moved in the first place. He drops me a wink, which convinces me no, I didn’t imagine the whole thing.
Shivers.Literaldamnshiversrace through me, and I don’t mean the spooky-house kind, either.
I mean theI really want to fuck himkind of shivers.
