I take a breath, let it out. The past has never been a good place for me, which is why I’ve thrown myself into the future. When my wife and child died, I thought I’d give up on the world, give up on life.
Instead, I doubled down. I told myself I’d use the fortune I’d made to try and better the world around me. Maybe save some families from the fate I’ve had to suffer.
That’s been my goal. Helping people, first and foremost.
It’s never easy, not in politics. I’ve had to put myself aside, my wants and needs. That was easy for a long time.
Now though…
I take a breath, let it out. I have to push the thought of that young pollster girl from my mind. I had no clue she was going to be so fucking attractive. Otherwise, I don’t think I would’ve wanted her directly on my staff.
Too late for that now, though. She’s beautiful and she’s working directly underneath me.
Fucking hell.
I haven’t had a girlfriend since my wife died. I’ve taken lovers, gone to bed with some women, but nothing more. Now that I’m President, I have to avoid all that.
Except Maggie is tempting. Very, very tempting. She’s incredibly smart, incredibly attractive, and a huge liability.
I hear the door behind me open. I look over the couch as Charles comes toward me, looking grim as always.
I first met Charles years ago at some fundraiser. We got along naturally, actually became real friends. We’ve been in touch for years, and when it was time to pick a chief of staff that the leadership would approve of, he came to mind.
He keeps me centered. He can be annoying as fucking hell about it, too.
“Sir,” he says, hovering in front of me.
“Hi, Charles,” I say, sighing. The man is seventy years old but has the stamina of a man half his age.
Hell, half my age.
“What did you and the pollster talk about yesterday?” he asks. “I got distracted by the Saudi briefing and forgot to ask.”
“Her name’s Maggie,” I say, snorting a little. “And you never forget anything.”
He doesn’t react. “And?”
“Too much data,” I say, sighing. “I told her to focus it all. Or, well, I told her we’d try to find something for her to focus on, at least.”
He nods sharply. “Good idea, sir.”
“Don’t be a kiss-ass, Charles.”
He grins. “Never.”
“I’m still not sure what I want to lean into. Everything is so broken and everyone has their own agenda.”
“The world is a mess,” he agrees.
“We’re supposed to be fixing it.”
He shrugs. “Not me. I’m just the party planner.”
I sigh. That’s what he thinks his job is. He’s an old military man, an ex-Marine and a three-star general. He thinks this work is beneath him, and loves to remind me of that fact as often as he can.
“When are you going to accept the job and move on?”
“When you finally quit whining about it.” He grins at me.
I shake my head, unable to stop myself from smiling. “Seriously, Charles, what do we focus on?”
“Healthcare,” he says immediately.
I hesitate. “You don’t think that’s too much?”
“It’s time,” he says. “You have the political capital. You won the election by a landslide. People want change, and you’re it.”
“Healthcare,” I say softly. “Not exactly sexy, huh?”
“Saving lives never is.”
I roll my eyes. “Don’t be so fucking dramatic.”
He shrugs. “So, is that it, then?”
“Let me talk to the girl,” I say, standing.
He hesitates. “Do you need to?”
“I want her input.” I walk past him, patting his shoulder as I go. “Come on, Charles. You can chaperone me.”
He grunts and follows as we leave the Oval Office. I sense my security detail fall into place as I walk through the halls.
This is the part of the job I like the most. I love walking these halls, smiling at people, nodding hello. People get a real kick out of being greeted by the President, as if I weren’t just a regular man like them.
Still, it makes people happy.
The pollsters are sequestered in a little office in the back of the West Wing. My security clears it first, gathering most people in a separate room. I’m ushered into an office, probably Maggie’s boss’s spot.
She comes in the door a moment later. Charles is hovering near the back, looking bored like always.
She looks at me and at Charles, then back at me. “Hello, sir,” she says.
I grin. “Adam,” I correct.
Charles doesn’t react.
“Okay, Adam. What can I do for you?”
I look her up and down, not bothering to hide my stare. Pretty, thin legs, milky light skin, firm breasts. Her lips are full, her eyes are deep brown, and her dirty blonde hair is slightly wavy, long, and full. I can imagine wrapping it around my hand as her lips bob up and down the length of my cock.
But I’d better not think about that. Otherwise, I’m going to get fucking hard, right here and now.