Page 40 of An Impossible Love
Chapter Eighteen
Just before six p.m., Orin got dressed, leaving her in bed alone. He gave her a regretful look as she lay, just covered with a sheet. “I hate to leave you, Emmy.”
She flashed her breasts at him which made him laugh.
“Tease.” He sat on the bed, leaning down to kiss her. “I could always cancel my six o’clock meeting.”
Emmy shook her head. “No way, buster. You have a country to run.”
Orin grinned, and his hand slid under the bed to stroke her clit. Emmy tried to look disapproving but gave in as his fingers worked on her. She shivered through a mellow orgasm then smiled up at him. “One hell of a parting gift.”
Orin smiled. “Later?”
“Later.”
Alone, Emmy showered, smiling to herself as she soaped her skin. Her sex still felt sensitive as if one touch from him would make her come again. Emmy dried herself and threw on some sweats. She would go for a run through the woods here before it got too dark, getting rid of the some of the excess energy the lovemaking had left her with.
She passed some other agents and staff on the running paths, nodding to them and smiling, but with her earbuds in, she didn’t stop to talk. She pounded the path, deep into the woods. She was surprised she wasn’t feeling more battered from the attack which was still only a couple of days ago, but apart from the bruises, she felt fine.
Better than fine. Orin Bennett had complete dominion over her body, and Emmy loved that. She felt like a sexual being again, desired and desiring, wanted and wanton.
Which meant… she had a decision to make. Not yet, she told herself. Not here. She would just enjoy the few days left here at Camp David, then they would figure out the rest of it.
Deep in thought, she didn’t notice that evening had fallen, and she was still running away from the camp. She turned, stopping to catch her breath, pulling her ear buds out to listen to the dusk. She panted hard until her breathing returned to normal. Her skin felt tingly—and not in a good way.
Emmy scanned around her. There was no one else out here—no one who wanted to be seen anyway—but she couldn’t help feeling she was being watched. She narrowed her eyes, scanning the trees.
Paranoia.
Emmy began to run back towards the camp, and halfway back, she imagined she could hear someone running behind her. Closer… closer… she turned…
Nothing. No one.“Fuck’s sake,” she breathed to herself. “Get a grip.”
She ran back to her cabin and let herself in. Again, that feeling of being watched crept over her. She put her hands over her eyes and shook her head. “No. Stop it.”
Still, she checked the entire cabin. The files she had been studying were neatly on her desk. Shit. Maybe she should have returned them to Lucas before now. She gathered them up and went to his cabin.
Lucas looked surprised to see her. “Hey, you’ve been running? I thought the point of you being here was to rest?”
“Exercise is good for relaxation,” she grinned at her boss. “Here. I didn’t find anything useful in these.”
“I didn’t think you would, but at least it may have allayed some of your fears. Especially about Kevin.”
“Hmm.” Emmy remained noncommittal. “Listen, I talked to the president, just in passing.” She could feel her face burn at the lie. “Seems he wants me to stay here for the duration of his visit. Something about being extra-vigilant about safety.”
“Well, I’m not surprised. He was insistent on you being protected, at least until we find out if Karlsson’s murder is linked to the attack on you.”
Emmy sighed. “Is it wrong I actually feel bad for Karlsson?”
“Not at all. Despite his strange adoration of Brookes Ellis, he seemed like an okay guy.”
“He was, actually.” Emmy smiled. “And he was a Democrat, did we tell you that?”
Lucas looked bemused. “Really?”
“Really. He told me.”
“Huh.”
