Chapter Twenty-Four
Once again, the new world order shifts and settles. I’ve never had a pet senator before, but I have to say it’s not the worst thing in the world.
And there are no more late-nights where Chris is alone with Shae and then returns too me. That wasn’t even my request—it was his decision.
It’s easy for me to ride home with Shae, and then he picks me up from there.It’s a viable excuse.
It also allows me plenty of time to flex my sadistic muscles with her. One night, I enjoyed sitting there on her couch, still dressed in my suit. I enjoyed the martini I had Shae make for me earlier, and then I watched her squirm and cry over Chris’ lap as he reddened her ass. Then she had to crawl over and blow me while Chris got to fuck her and make her come.
Later, thethree of us cuddled on her couch after I changed into comfy sweats and we watched TV and ate pizza.
It’s all very…domestic. Outside of the play time.
And these times will grow few and far between. For now, Chris and I are usually taking care of our girl together, and…
I never realized how at ease and comfortable I could feel in my life. Sure, crazy, and a juggling act, but loneliness is nolonger a factor.
Neither is jealousy.
I no longer feel like an imposter, personally or professionally.
But there’s another vital personnel position we need to fill, and this is one hiring decision Christopher directed me to leave to him
The president usually has a personal “body man” to travel with them. They’re an aide who does everything from making sure safe bottles of water are put intotheir hands, to making sure they eat, wrangling their cell phone, coordinating the president’s schedule with the president’s secretary, chief of staff, Secret Service, and others—in other words, a highly visible gopher with nearly unlimited access.
Which isn’t a pejorative. On the contrary, a trusted body man (or body woman) is almost a requirement for a smoothly run presidential road trip.
It’s better we get someone in place now, early in the campaign, rather than delaying it. They’ll know Shae inside and out—metaphorically speaking—by the time we reach election season.
More importantly, they’ll need to be trusted by all three of us.
Chris comes through in a spectacular fashion and hires Leo Cruz, a former Secret Service agent Chris served with and trusts. Leo had to take a medicalretirement from the Presidential Protective Division after surviving a small aircraft plane crash that killed three other agents while they were doing advance work for a trip for then-candidate Fullmer’s campaign before his election to the office.
Since then, Leo’s made a full recovery, except for his limp, and he could no longer meet the rigorous certification requirements for being on The Shift.He was doing consulting work for a security firm when Chris recruited him.
Bonus? Leo’s fluent in Spanish, French, and Italian, conversationally functional in Japanese, has a better-than-working grasp of Russian, and is currently learning Arabic. He also passes his security clearance with flying colors, not that there was any concerns about that.
He’s also handsome as fuck.
Um, yes, please.
And Christopher confided in me that while Leo is single, he’s also gay.
Meaning Shae won’t have two jealous men giving the evil eye to her body man.
Although I don’t mind the eye candy, that’s for sure.
Leo is one of few people who knows the full truth about us because hehasto know. He’s sworn to secrecy, though, including signing an NDA about anything personal he observes between us.
Chrisassures us that the stuff Leo already knows about others, things he, too, witnessed while working The Shift—things that have never seen the light of day—is further proof that we can trust Leo with our privacy.
I trust Chris, as does Shae. Leo is as much my body man as he is Shae’s, at this point, because Shae and I are pretty much inseparable. I won’t deny it’s nice to have another agent guardingShae, because the threats have started pouring in. Most of them, of course, are bullshit, but it only takes one crazy guy with a gun and a clear shot to turn a photo op into a tragedy.
I won’t dick around with her safety, or Christopher’s future safety.
As winter turns to spring, our campaign offices start opening in other parts of the country as donations begin pouring in. Shae and I must travel,and Leo is our ever-present shadow. I don’t like spending so much time away from Chris, who ironically ends up in Florida a lot working on threat assessment research there, but it’s the trade-off. When he’s in Florida, if he’s in Tallahassee, he stays at my house. On the road, Shae and I share a bed, even if we always get two rooms. Connected rooms usually make logistics easier.
I implement anew rule for Shae that if we’re in DC, I spend the night with Chris.
