Damn, Meg had nice tits.
“Hunter.”
“Huh?”
“Can you handle it?” the woman asked.
“Sure, sure.”What are we doing?We should do it from the back…
“Welcome to the first debate of the runoff election,” the moderator announced. “Your first question. What is more important in the city of Harrogate right now: building new housing and commercial buildings or better utilization of our existing building stock? Hunter, you’re up first.”
Crap. This was a question tailor-made for me.You got this.
Greg was glaring at me.Don’t fuck this up, he mouthed.
Beside me, Meg was adjusting her dress, making this little shimmying motion. I wanted her to do that on my cock.
“Mr. Svensson?”
“We… uh… we at Svensson Investment.”
Meg pulled at the straps, making her tits jiggle.
“Do you have an answer?” the moderator prompted.
Meg looked over at me and batted her eyelashes. “I can answer for him,” she quipped. “I’ve had to sit through enough of the Svenssons’ dog and pony shows to know their party line by heart.” She smiled at the crowd, the bright-red lipstick drawing my eyes to her mouth. I envisioned those lips around my cock.
“Hunter is going to tell you that they are on board with both building new and rehabbing old buildings, then he’s going to try to impress you with a laundry list of projects his firm has done and investments they’ve made. Then he’s going to talk about how Harrogate is attracting all these new people, and they just absolutelyhaveto build these high-end luxury condos on the greenbelt outside of town even though it’s protected and even though part of our city’s heritage is not just industrial history but also the farming community and rural way of life.”
“There’s nothing wrong with low-impact development in the greenbelt,” I insisted. “We’ll build trails.”
Meg rolled her eyes. “And when I’m mayor,” Meg said, “I will sit there and listen to the whole spiel because that will of course be what I’m paid to do. However, I will not let them ram anything through.”
Ram…
“I’m sorry, Mr. Svensson,” the moderator interjected. “Did you say you and your brothers are trying to build in the greenbelt?”
Greg was murderous.
I tried to backtrack, to save the situation, but Meg was balancing on one foot, her other bare foot rubbing her ankle. It was an intimate gesture I had seen her do before when she had been in my condo in Manhattan right after I had fucked her senseless, and she was about to step into the shower to wash off, but then I joined her and…
“Rest assured, we are not building anything in the greenbelt,” Greg said, standing up to quell the crowd that was starting to murmur angrily. “We are merely trying to help look for solutions to house Harrogate’s growing population.”
“So are you running for mayor, or is Hunter?” the moderator asked, eyebrow raised.
Greg sat back down, stewing at me.
I tried to gather my thoughts.
Meg was adjusting the wide belt right below her tits.
“Next question for the deputy mayor,” the moderator said. “Harrogate is home to a number of burgeoning artisans, making everything from Christmas ornaments to jam to sex toys.”
Sex…
“How do you plan on supporting local artisans?”
Meg said something about festivals and grants. My brain was still stuck on sex. If I couldn’t have her and soon, I was going to self-combust and probably do something extremely stupid like take Karen’s offer of release.
