Page 68 of Presidential Bargain
“What about all of this emailbullshit?”
I turned to see the red “BREAKING NEWS” banner flash across the screen. The FBI wasted no time in digging around and uncovered a treasure trove of emails that implicated the governor in all the scandals that plagued my campaign. His actions were those of a desperate man. He knew that in the general election, he could never win against me. Governor Huntley thought that Georgie was my Achilles’ heel, but he was wrong and his plans backfired. It sickened me to think that he paid his son to attack a woman and made me question any respect I had ever shown him. Underneath his family man persona, Lamar Huntley was a sick,vindictivefuck.
“That I didn’t know.” I abandoned my planned seduction and sat with Georgie, completely engrossed in watching Governor Huntley’sdownfall.
“What happens now?” Georgie asked after a while, once the information had becomerepetitive.
“I’d very much like to finish my dessert.” I grinned and directed my gaze toward herlowerhalf.
“Jameson! Stop thinking with your dick! I’m talking about theelection.”
The ambush on Georgie’s event happened with only days before the third and final debate. The Federal Election Commission contacted the campaign to inform us that “in light of the recent events, the Commission on Presidential Debates has decided to cancel the third debate.” While presidential debates had become a tradition over the previous decades, no law actually mandated them. The Commission on Presidential Debates was well within their right to cancel the event. It was probably a good thing too, because the Republicans needed all the time they could get to find a newcandidate.
“The Republican National Committee can nominate someone new, if Huntley doesn’t drop out, but I suspecthewill.”
“Who do you thinkthey’llpick?”
“I’m not entirely sure.” I presumed Sean would meet with me in the morning with a list of possible names. There was literally two weeks left before Election Day. I was confident that none of them had a snowball’s chance in hell of winning, not after the shit-show Huntley and his son just put on for the entirenation.
I grabbed the remote from Georgie’s hand and turned the television off. She made a small noise of protest, which I quickly extinguished with a scorching kiss. Then I reached around and untied the god-awful hospital gown she wore, tugging it down her shoulders until her chest was bare, and her breastsexposed.
“If you don’t mind, I’d rather pay attention to you for the rest of theevening.”
Her wicked grin in response was a mirror of the one I knew was planted on my face. She nodded eagerly and my hand slipped beneath the thin covers to her warm, wet center. She adjusted herself, spreading her legs enough for me to work my hand thoroughly into the cleft ofherbody.
“I hope that door is locked,” she murmured in betweenkisses.
“It’s not like we haven’t been caught before.” I chuckled and then covered her lipsoncemore.
She was my reality and it was time toreturn.
When I was finally releasedfrom the hospital in Memphis, Jameson and I returned to his home in Boston. News arrived that the Republicans were meeting to nominate a new candidate after Governor Huntley formally dropped out of the race. From the conversations I overheard between Jameson and Sean, the governor didn’t go willingly. We were all but celebrating Jameson’svictory.
On a sunny Sunday morning, Jameson and I sat in his kitchen, catching up on the latest news, sharing breakfast. It was the perfect crisp New England fall day. I was already imagining walking through the city with Jameson, bundled up in sweaters and boots, as we sipped coffee, followed by half a dozen Secret Serviceagents.
“I have something for you.” Jameson pulled out a red velvet box from his pocket and set it on thetable.
I gasped, covering my gaping mouth withmyhand.
“What’s this?” I eyed the box, eager to reach out and reveal its contents, but I steadied mytremblinghand.
“I found these the last time we were in Boston. They were in the same jewelry store where I purchased your ring. Go on, Georgie,openit.”
My giddiness won out over modesty and I snatched up the box with a delightful squeak. The lid creaked open because. Like the earrings that were nestled inside, the red velvet box was alsovintage.
“Jameson!” I gasped. “These are absolutely gorgeous…and way, waytoomuch.”
He inched closer toward me until he knelt on the tiled floor. He took the box from me and lifted the insert to remove one of the jeweled studs. The vibrant emeralds were set horizontally in a rich yellow gold. Below the emeralds were two oval diamonds stacked on top of each other, one horizontal and one vertical. They were very unusual earrings and while they might have been made during the Art Deco era, they still evoked modernity. Jameson held out a single earring in his palm and, with trembling fingers, I took it from him and fastened it tomyear.
Then Jameson grabbed my hands and gazed up at me, his eyes swimming withadoration.
“Georgina Marie Washington, I have a very important question to ask you.” He held on firmly to my hands, his smile wavering slightly as his emotions started tobetrayhim.
“Yes, Jameson?” I managed tocroakout.
He kissed my hands once more before peering back up at me. I took one of my hands and swiped at the tears on my cheeks, trying to minimize the wet mess. “Georgie, will you honor me by becoming my wife? You fill my heart with so much happiness and chase away every single doubt and fear. You are my sun and without you, my life is darkness. Please, Georgie, please say you’ll be mineforever.”
I broke out into a fresh round of sobs as I frantically nodded my head, and then Jameson pulled me from the chair into his embrace. I buried my face in his neck, drenching the collar of hisshirt.
