“Mr. Svensson?”
Meg smirked over at me, that shock of red lipstick drawing my focus to her mouth.
“I… uh… yeah, I think that sounds good. Festivals are always good.”
“So you think the answer to increasing the quality of our public schools is festivals?”
“Sure, it teaches kids work ethic and, uh, gets them outside…”
The rest of the debate didn’t go much better. I was able to rally near the end because I forced myself to focus solely on the mural of the battle of Harrogate at the back of the atrium.
“You looked like you just had a lobotomy,” Greg said after it was finally over. Meg had been swept up in a crowd of people, finally releasing me from my misery.
“The whole thing was televised,” Mace said with a frown. “You weren’t even looking at the camera. You looked like you were about to drop unconscious on the floor at any moment. Your eyes were practically rolling back in your head.”
“You’re not high, are you?” Archer demanded, peering into my eyes.
“No. Get off me.” I swatted him away.
“The important thing,” Remy told me, “is that you tried your best.”
Greg was livid. “He didn’t try his best. He barely was able to string two sentences together. Also, he completely ruined our condo idea. Seriously, Hunter, what the fuck?”
“It’s Meg,” Archer said, snapping his fingers in front of my face. “She’s like those spiders that do a little jig and lure the male spiders in their web so they can eat them.”
“He’ll have a better showing at the bake-off in a couple of days,” Weston said confidently. “Just rub one out right before, then you’ll have clarity of mind. Plus, everyone likes it when a good-looking guy is a bumbling idiot in the kitchen.”
“At least he doesn’t have to fake that part,” Parker said.
I gathered my things; I couldn’t take any more of Greg’s complaining.
“We have that lunch with the state senators tomorrow,” Greg reminded me as I was leaving. “Don’t just go to your office and stare at the wall. You need to prepare and make yourself look more competent than you did tonight.” He shook his head. “Maybe I’ll tell people you had food poisoning.”
“No, tell them he’s lovesick.” Weston cackled. “Or sex sick.”
“He has a terrible case of blue balls!” Archer added with a laugh.
Fuck my brothers. And fuck Meg. Or not. That was the problem.
My phone buzzed when I arrived back at my campaign office. It was a link to the debate.
Greg:Terrible performance. Get it together.
I hit Play and winced. I did not look good. But Meg did. Her tits looked amazing in that dress. She had the perfect hourglass figure.
Maybe I will just rub one out. Maybe that’s what I need.
I undid my pants, easing my hand in. Meg was on the video talking about how she would address healthy food in Harrogate. I imagined those red lips on my cock as my thumb slid over the tip.
Then the door opened.
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Meghan
“You were amazing!” Kate said happily. “This was a perfect plan!” She rubbed her hands together. “Hunter was a big dumb, drooly idiot. You’re for sure winning this election.”
“I hope so,” I said.
