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He just smiles knowingly and asks, "How was the rest of your day after thehardstart?"
"Fine," I reply quickly.
"And what do you have to say about the senator using our language for her interview?"
My jaw tightens so hard I'm afraid my molars might crack.
"I appreciate that she had the option." But I didn't need the reminder, thank you very much, is what I don't say.
"Of course, choice is everything."
"It is."
"So can I choose to setup our next sex date?" He asks as he leans his head down a little closer to me.
"Yes, but I'll need a heads up."
"Oh, the head's up Maggie," and his eyes flick down to his pants where things do look a little fuller. I realize that with my arms crossed I've pushed my boobs together and even though I'm seething with anger around Austin I think I might be smiling a little bit too.
"You're obnoxious." I say as I stand up and look over my shoulder to see the senator walking with a player.
Before I can step away Austin places his fingertips, splayed wide, on my stomach and I freeze at the contact.
"I'll be at your place in the morning."
I sneak one last look at Austin before we turn the corner for the car and trip over my own feet when I catch him looking at me.
CHAPTER 15
Shifting Focus
AUSTIN
TalkShopGirl:It’s brave of you to admit that you don’t like doing the dishes. I can’t say I blame you but tidying up after myself has been engrained since childhood.
Doing dishes for just one person does get annoying. I’ll give you that. When I’m cooking or meal prepping I challenge myself to use the least number of utensils, bowls, pots, pans, or measuring cups as I can. It’s a little game. It was an exciting day when I found a set of measuring cups that have smaller measurements marked on the inside. So the 1 cup has ¾, ½, and ¼ lines too.
It is a victory to only use that measuring cup for multiple ingredients as I prep my meals.
I laugh as I finish reading TalkShopGirl’s message. I bet she packs efficiently for the TSA screening process too. If we do meet in person and hit it off she’ll have to get used to flying private.
The idea of flying around the world with TalkShopGirl is adistracting one and I’ve got Maggie Collins to focus on this morning. After I brush my teeth and splash my face with cold water I get dressed and head out the door.
It doesn’t take me long to get to her apartment. We’re not in the exact same neighborhood but D.C. is small once you get to know it.
I lean my skateboard against the wall outside of Maggie's apartment. This is the way to go. I didn't realize how awkward it would be to climb into the backseat and have Greg know exactly what I was up to. He’s seen me through a lot over the years but nothing quite like this.
My ride over was necessary this morning. Since I ran into Maggie last night I've been half hard and the exercise got blood flowing everywhere else. Fuck, I wanted to push her up against the wall last night. Put my hands on her curves. I felt her electricity when I touched her stomach to stop her from running away. Felix caught it, and then he caught me staring at her as she left, and I had to dodge questions all night long about who she was.
I run one hand through my hair and then raise it to knock on her door, but I pause because I can hear her talking.
"Sam, I don't know what you want to hear! I took a page out of your playbook and got a fuck buddy." She pauses. "That’s besides the point. He’s hot and the things he did with his mouth the other day still send tremors through me."
I puff my chest up a bit.
"You asked!”
With a smile I rap my knuckle on the door.
