“You’re ruining my social life!” Isaac complained.
“Don’t worry, you and Calvin are going to have a lot of social time cleaning windows,” I said with a smile. “Now back to bed.”
* * *
The next morning,at the New York Chamber of Commerce meeting, I wasn’t as on game as I had felt last night. The high of being inside Meg had worn off, and the desire to have her again and again and again had come back full force.
“You have this,” I told myself. “Just do the meeting, crush it, then go find Meg.”
But my brain had decided that maybe Meg had been serious after all. The alarm had been pulled, and my libido was in full panic mode. Last night could not be the last time I was with her. It just couldn’t.
Greg shot me a dangerous look as we waited in the lobby for the secretary to tell us to go back to the conference room.
“I thought you said you had it together,” he said, a vise grip on his briefcase.
“I do, I do,” I assured him.
My phone beeped. I checked it then bit down a curse. It was a picture of Meg; she was wearing barely there black lace panties and a bra that was more black silk straps than coverage. Her nipples were visible through the sheer black lace.
Meg:Hope this helps you concentrate on the election.
Fuck. I did not have it together.
51
Meghan
“Ithink I made a mistake,” I admitted to Kate the next morning as I nervously crammed a ham, egg, and cheese croissant in my mouth. Sex always made me hungry, and Hunter had made me ravenous—and not just for food. “You would think that three orgasms ought to be enough to hold me for a few weeks,” I said as I finished off my breakfast. But what I really wanted was Hunter.
“You’re still trying to catch up from your dry spell,” Kate said reassuringly. “You just need to refill the reservoir.”
“I can’t sleep with him again,” I protested. “Then it becomes a pattern, and Hunter will know that I need him. Then…” I waved my hands around. “Disaster! Elections lost! No more money!”Heartbreak.
The door swung open, and Ida marched in. “I just wanted to tell you, you go, girl! You played Hunter dirty last night. And it was glorious! I know we aren’t supposed to be coordinating,” she said, waving off my protests, “but I wanted to bring you a starter arsenal, so to speak. Don’t let up on him. He must yield to the power of the pussy!” Ida made a V shape with her hands.
Kate picked one of the scraps of lingerie out of the box.
“Oh no, it’s ripped,” I remarked.
“It’s supposed to be like that,” Ida insisted. “Here, try this one on.”
“I can’t put that on! I have to go down to city hall in a little bit.”
“Unleash your inner sex demon!” Ida ordered. “You want to win the election? Yes? Then you have to use all your assets to your full advantage. It’s like sexy cyanide in Hunter’s iced tea. He’ll be trucking along, thinking he’s going to beat you at the debate, then bam, he sees you in his office in a pair of crotchless lace panties. He thinks he’s about to wow some big shot from the state government, thenpow, you send him a sexy picture on his phone and derail that train.”
“We might have to work up to Meg sending a sexy photo to Hunter,” Kate drawled. “She’s a bit of a prude.”
My face went red.
“Oh my god!” Kate squealed. “You’ve sexted him before?”
“It wasn’t one of my finer moments. I probably shouldn’t do it again.”
“Hell yeah, you should!” Ida pumped a fist. “That sex horse is out of the barn. If he wanted to blackmail you with your nudes, he’s already got all them all, so you might as well turn it around on him.”
“Oh my god, what if he blackmails me!” I cried.
“Then you can blackmail him back,” Kate said. “There’s bound to be dirt on him somewhere. I’ll have Grant and his cousins see if they can dig something up. Never hurts to be prepared!”
