Old habits die hard, but good Secret Service protectiveagents keep people from dying, period.
He might as well be one of the other Secret Service agents currently protecting us. With his sunglasses and constantly pivoting gaze, he sure looks like one.
“I feel like I’m dreaming,” I tell him when I tug on his hand to get him to lean in.
He smiles down at me. “Enjoy it, sweetie. You’ve earned it.”
“Are they really cheering for me, or am I imaginingthat?”
He grins. “They’re cheering. You won by a landslide.” Florida did finally swing my way, once the literal disaster from the severe weather and accompanying logistics snafus were sorted out. I won the Electoral College and I won the popular vote by over fifteen million votes.
A decisive win.
As we’re watching the parade from the reviewing stands, Kevin leans in to whisper in my ear fromwhere he’s sitting directly behind me. “Congratulations, Madam President.”
I glance back to spot his playful smile.
And he runs his hand down the front of his tie, making my pussy clench as I remember what the two of them did to me last night.
Rat bastard.
I drop him a wink.
He reaches out and squeezes my shoulder, but then also squeezes Chris’.
We’re reallyhere.
Wereallydid it.
Andwe can’t even talk about Kevin’s real role in our lives.
To me, that’s the unfairest thing of all.
