“Karen called,” Weston added.
“I’m sure she has it under control.” I found the scotch bottle. It was empty.
“She wants to know if you’re prepared for the debate tonight.”
“Ah, shit.”
“You could at least go to the campaign office and pretend like you give a shit about this election that we’ve already spent over half a million dollars on,” Garrett said.
* * *
The campaign officewas empty when I arrived. My brothers, seeing that I hadn’t come in on time that morning, had set up a video game console and were playing some sort of military sci-fi game.
“Turn that off,” I barked at them. I turned off the lights and slumped at my desk to nurse my headache.
“I brought you a little snack to eat before the debate,” Karen said, slipping a plate of saltine crackers and Advil on my desk. “And I have notes for you to review.”
I half-heartedly flipped through the cards.
“Boys,” she barked at my brothers, “you all need to prepare campaign handouts ready to give to people at the debate tonight.”
I checked my phone, half hoping Meg had texted me. If she called me, I was going to drop everything and go to her. I needed her.
You need to concentrate on the election.
I tossed my phone back on my desk and leaned back to close my eyes. A vision of Meg swam in front of them, her pussy hot and wet and pink in front of me, the way she had felt when she came on my hand…
I needed to compose myself. The debate was being moderated by the Harrogate Chronicle. They were going to ask more hard-hitting questions than what I was going to do about the nonexistent alligator infestation.
Focus.
I needed to put my obsession with Meg aside. I paced around the office and practiced my answers while Isaac drilled me.
Greg came into the office an hour before the debate.
“Don’t blow this,” he warned me. “There are a number of people present from the state that I want to do business with. We will not have another repeat of the train incident.”
“I have this,” I promised.
Actually, no, no I don’t.
47
Meghan
“Hunter is the worst!” I cried to Kate the next day.
“He gave you two orgasms. How bad could he be?” she said, looking up from her phone when I stormed into the campaign office.
“He humiliated me!” I collapsed at my desk.
“You need to turn the tables on him,” Kate urged. “The only reason he was acting like that was because he was clearly losing control of the situation. You had your knife in him. You just needed to twist it a bit to bring him to his knees. I bet if you had so much as breathed on his crotch, he would have come in his pants like a fourteen-year-old boy seeing a Victoria’s Secret catalogue for the first time.”
I buried my head in my arms, remembering just how in control Hunter had been. “I don’t think that’s true.”
“Of course it is!” Kate scoffed. “Walter told me what happened, how Hunter looked completely unhinged.Youare doing that to him. And we need to use that to our advantage.”
“How?” I asked bitterly. “He clearly had the upper hand.”
