I shook him in my arms, and he gasped as his hips shifted against me and pressed more fully against my thigh.Oh yes, you’re ripe. Goddamn it.I nudged against him and his eyelashes fluttered. He seemed dazed when he was staring at me again, and I ate up the power of having caused that.
“I know what kind of a person you are because I’m the same. I got where I am today by any means necessary.”
“I—”
“Shut up.” I bent my head until I was glaring uncomfortably close, even for me, into his eyes. “I will destroy you if you ever try to use anything you learn about me to your advantage. I get how tit for ass works, but I’m letting you know now that there will never be a time where blackmailing me is a good idea. I don’t need this job, but I want it, and I am not a man to fuck with when I want something.” I gave him a shake, and he sucked in a breath. “Do you understand?”
“Yes… Sir?”
I loved the hesitation, and he seemed to pout at himself for it. I got the feeling he wasn’t often discombobulated, but if he stuck around me long enough, I was sure I could change that.
“You’ll call me Daddy, not Sir.”
His eyelids slid closed for a second and a slow, sweet smile spread across his face. Fuck, I hoped he didn’t have the kind of Daddy kink that involved him being my little boy, because I could never get into that, even if I did love hearing a man call me Daddy.
My dick gave a vicious throb when he licked his lips.
“Go. Do whatever Jean-Paul tells you. Make nice with the sheep until the end of the day. We’ll talk later.”
“Yes, Daddy.” He stepped back to smooth out his suit jacket and glanced down at his raging problem. He gave his dick a hard flick that seemed to do nothing, except have him breathing out a very enticing puff of air.
“You’ve got spunk.” I wanted to laugh but gave him my best deadpan expression.
He winked. “So much.” He grabbed his bulge, and I had to laugh. “All for you, Daddy.” He turned with his head held high and strode for the door. Whatever would Jean-Paul think? Oh well. That’s not the worst thing that had ever walked out of those doors. The screaming cop’s widow was bad. The pro-lifers who had swarmed our office were a nightmare for weeks when Ross said he would keep clinics open in our city, no matter what. Hell, after that debacle, one man with a semi was positively tame.
Well, this would be fun until I fucked up and chased him off. The first time we had sex would probably be the last because I usually had trouble getting off if I wasn’t running my mouth… and I would take it a step too far. A sharp pang caught me by surprise, but I shook it off with a sigh.
There was a light knock on my door, but it only opened a crack, and Jean-Paul didn’t stick his head inside. He’d probably made some deductions that weren’t entirely accurate, based on Bell’s appearance. “Mr. Elwood. You have a Mr. Harvieux in the conference room on the third floor.”
“Fuck, I’m late for a meeting,” I grumbled and rubbed my face before I forced myself to get going through the rest of my day.
3
Jax
Jean-Paul had the type of smile you expected from the guy who made it his life mission to make everyone happy. He had a bounce in his step, and every order he gave made me want to grab him by the shoulders and hold him still so I didn’t get dizzy. He certainly wasn’t the type of receptionist I expected for Mr. Elwood.
“As a campaign organizer, your main task will be assembling the troops,” Jean-Paul said, practically skipping over to the printer and patting it. “You can start by printing out the flyers the volunteers hand out and stick up around the city. We’re voting next year, and you might think that since we have nearly a year we could slack off, but no. New Gothenburg needs to know who they’re voting for in the opposition. We’re slinging some stinky mud. It’s great.” He scrunched up his nose. “Lightman is a putz and we don’t need him in office.”
I nodded because he was right. Samuel Lightman was all about business. He harped about the “traditional family,” but it was clear that was code for homophobia and all kinds of other things, and he was a businessman who cared more about filling the pockets of the rich than helping the poor. I’d vote for Midberry even if I didn’t have an internship.
After some further instructions, Jean-Paul bounced off again, and I spent the majority of the day printing out the flyers and putting them in a pile. By the time five in the afternoon came around, Jean-Paul whisked away my stacks of paper and shooed me out, telling me to go home. A part of me didn’t want to leave because I was waiting to see what Elwood would do—hehadsaid we’d meet later—but I knew there was only so long I could stick around before Jean-Paul grew suspicious. It probably wasn’t hard to deduce that we’d done something unprofessional already in the office, and I didn’t want to make a fuss.
On my way out, I grabbed my messenger bag from the dingy interns’ locker room on the first floor and said my goodbyes to a couple of people I could actually stand, but I didn’t get to the front doors of city hall before someone grabbed my shoulder to stop me.
“Our business is not finished, Mr. Bell,” the smooth, familiar voice said, making me shiver. I turned to Mr. Elwood and smiled politely.
“Forgive me. I thought we were finished for the day. Jean-Paul told me to go home.”
Elwood smirked and leaned closer so only I could hear him. He held out his phone to me. “We’re just getting started. How about you invite me to your place, Bell? Give me your address.”
I frowned, but only hesitated for a second before I took his phone and pulled up Google Maps, typing in my address. In the past I’d slept with different guys to make my life run more smoothly, but this was a first. None of the others had ever come home with me, and while warning bells sounded in my head, I didn’t get to where I was by being a coward. My apartment wouldn’t impress him, but that wasn’t why he was coming over.
“I’ll meet you there tonight at six thirty.” Then he was gone, striding across the floor like a man who walked on water—a true politician who knew he was good at his job. To my dismay, I smiled at his confidence. I liked people who knew their worth.
Kalinski scampered over to me, his dark hair looking flatter than it had this morning. The pinched expression on his face told me he’d had a particularly hard day, and I couldn’t help but be amused by it. I knew for a fact that Rubinson was a pain in the ass, especially when it came to food. Vegan, soy free, and every other possible dietary exclusion possible; I was surprised the man ate anything other than air.
“What was that about?” he sneered.
