Why the hell did Father think this idiot was the right person for this job? He could be turned into a good puppy, but it doesn’t help us if all he does is piss on the rug.
“Of course, my goodness, you must think me daft. Forgive me, Astin, I wasn’t aware you were so well informed on these matters,” Wilson rambled, trying to save himself.
I smiled and tucked some hair behind my ear before meeting his gaze. “This is an important meeting, and I didn’t want to be here unprepared.”
The gulp he swallowed could be heard through the room, telling me I had him right where I wanted him. “How kind of you to put so much effort into this.”
“So, Timothy, what’s the number,” Father asked, snapping the man back to attention.
“Fifteen million, that’s what I’d need to bring everyone back to full-time. It wouldn’t allow for overtime, but I wouldn’t have to force the precincts to cut back and allow for a stronger presence in the city,” Wilson answered.
Father hummed as he scratched his chin as if considering the proposal. For us and our company to hand over fifteen million would be simple, not to mention the tax write-off we’d get for doing it.
“What’s your plan for the police once you bring them back to work? There must be an agenda you have for needing that much force to be available,” Father inquired.
Wilson gestured to Grant who dove down to grab his briefcase, pulled out a few sheets of paper, and handed them over. “I apologize, I only have one copy. In the future, I’ll make sure to have more with me.”
“Port enforcement and drug crackdown,” Father commented as he read the reports. “I didn’t realize there was an issue with the ports.”
“That’s where all the drugs are coming in from, and if we can get more support there, we can stop the drugs before they hit the streets. There also needs to be an increase in undercover cops as well to make fake buys in areas we know are a problem,” Melony interjected.
I could tell by the tone in her voice that this was her idea. The passion and drive she had in her eyes made me question if the mayor truly intended to do this or if she’d been pushing since the beginning. Of course, we’d never allow this to happen. If we did, it would be shooting ourselves in the foot. No, something would need to be done to redirect his choice.
“If you’ll excuse me, I need to step out a moment to make a phone call,” I murmured, rising from my seat and heading out into the main office area. I spotted a sign for the bathrooms, so I headed in that direction. In the women’s restroom, there was a little seating area before entering another door to get to the bathroom itself.
Pulling out my phone, I called Ryker. Before I could put the phone to my ear, I was slammed up against the wall.
twenty-four
Lipscrashedagainstmine,and a leg was put between mine so I was flush with my attacker’s body as he rubbed his hard cock against me. “I was hoping you would step away for a moment, Astin,” Mayor Wilson whispered in my ear as he groped my breasts. “Can you feel it? The energy between us is amazing.”
I glanced down at my phone and saw the call had gone through, and Ryker was listening in. This was my chance to get some information out of him and fix this fucking deal his goody-two-shoes aide came up with.
Using the position against him, I flipped us so he was the one with his back to a wall. “Now, Mr. Mayor, you shouldn’t sneak up on a girl like that. It’s rather rude.”
“You make me want to do crazy things, Astin,” he said, trying to sound as sexy as possible. “Tell me you feel this between us, the sexual tension. It’s so strong, I thought I was going to burst sitting there watching you make fucking tea.”
Good to know that worked, but maybe it worked too well.
“If you want me, Mr. Mayor, it has to be just me,” I countered, leaning in so my lips whispered over his. “I know your fucking your aide. She’s pretty, but that bitch can only take you so far. You drop her and let me help you instead, and no one will be able to stand in your way.” I let my hand trail down his chest until I was rubbing his dick.
I wasn’t sure I’d found it at first, then the way he groaned told me this handful of a bulge was what he was working with. “You could be so much more than just a mayor if you had the right person behind you. The next office you hold could be governor or even senator.”
His breathing was becoming more labored the harder I gripped him. “If power is what you want, that’s what I can get you, but you can’t do it with dead weight. You don’t need to protect the port. No one gives a shit about that. Your citizens want to know their children are safe and that neighborhoods, parks, and schools are monitored. Protect the weakest, and instantly, you’re a hero, choosing to use all the influence you have to make our city safe to grow up in. Drugs will find another way to get in, then you’re seen as a failure. Do something that makes a splash and drives the voters to your side. Win them over, and they could carry you all the way to the top.”
Apparently, political talk was like a drug to our dear mayor as he grabbed my shirt and ripped it open, sending buttons flying across the space. “I want you so fucking bad.” He growled as he latched onto one of my nipples through the lace of my bra.
I grabbed the back of his neck, and he thought I was giving him the go-ahead as he slipped a finger to pull the lace down. Instead, I gripped tightly on a pressure point, making him grunt in pain as I twisted him around, facing away from me. Keeping him there, I dropped my phone as I wrapped my arms around his waist and undid his pants. “I told you I won’t be another one of your fuck buddies, Timothy. If you want me, then you better prove you deserve me, show me what kind of man you are. Don’t let your aides run the show. They aren’t the ones people elected.” I nipped his ear as I freed his cock.
“Oh God, yes, just like that.” He moaned.
It wasn’t long until I felt him ready to come, and I paused to grip his balls and squeeze.
“Ah, fuck!” He gasped, his head falling back.
“So, Mr. Mayor, what will it be? Do you want me or not?” I crooned. “The things I could do to you would blow your mind, but only those who are worthy get to experience them.”
“Yes, I want that, I want it all,” he pleaded as I rolled his jewels in my hand. “Tell me what I have to do to prove I’m worthy.”