by Sienna Snow
Senator
Politics of Love, Book 2
Sienna Snow
Contents
Politics of Love, Book 2
About the Author
Books by Sienna Snow
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Epilogue
THE END
Commander
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Politics of Love, Book 2
About the Author
Author Sienna Snow is a writer, mom, and world traveler, who plans to visit every continent within the next ten years.
She writes steamy romances, about strong and smart women, who choose to find love through atypical circumstances.
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Chapter One
“Jacinta, I know he’s your friend, but I still can’t believe the citizens of Texas voted in a liberal as governor.”
I smiled and held in a sarcastic retort as I glanced at my date for the Governor’s Ball, Kevin Copula Stanton III. Kevin, of all people, should have known better than to insult the very man whose expensive alcohol and food he was enjoying in large quantities.
“He’s a good guy. Just because he doesn’t agree with you doesn’t make him a liberal.”
“Labeling himself as an Independent won’t change what he is. His agenda speaks for itself.” Kevin motioned to a passing waiter for a drink and continued. “His success is because of his war-hero POW status.”
Visions of pulling every one of Kevin’s immaculately groomed white-blond hairs out of his head popped into my mind.
“Be nice, Kevin,” I warned. “I can’t believe you’d talk shit about one of your closest friends.”
His bright blue eyes twinkled with amusement, and I realized he’d suckered me with his words.
Bastard.
“I deserved that,” I admitted.
“Well, I had to do something to get you to focus on me. Remember, we’re pretending that we’re a couple. Don’t forget. There are eyes and ears everywhere.”
“Sorry. I wish…” I trailed off.
“So do I, Jacinta. So do I. We’d make an unstoppable team.” He fingered one of the curls sitting on my shoulder and then said with a smirk, “I think I’d make an exceptional first husband one day.”
I studied Kevin, his good looks and athletic physique added in with his charm and charisma. He was the poster boy for conservative ideals and the perfect match for anyone with political aspirations. If only there were something more than friendship between us. Together, we were the image of Ken and Barbie in a modern Republican package.
The number of times the RNC chairman had told me having Kevin by my side would guarantee the party’s nomination once I reached the age of qualification… What he didn’t realize was that I was destined for the spot whether Kevin was with me or not. I was the face of the new Republican movement. A movement that leaned more centrist, appealing to a younger demographic, one that would keep the party alive and away from the verge of extinction as our current president had driven it.
I set my hand on Kevin’s arm. “Let’s make a deal.”
“I’m all ears.”
“If I haven’t found Mr. Right in the next few months, I’ll let you make an honest woman of me.”
He kissed my forehead. “Do you promise?”
“I promise,” I responded, kissed his cheek, and then said in a whisper, “but what happens if you decide the guy you’re seeing is Mr. Right?”
A sadness passed through his eyes and disappeared just as fast when a photographer approached us for a photo.
“Smile pretty.” He slipped his arm around my waist, and I leaned into him, posing for a few shots.
“Come on. We need to move toward your brothers. This way it’ll look as if we’re still mingling with conservatives. And be sure not to make any sudden movements, or the predators will smell fresh blood.”
I laughed aloud—I couldn’t help myself—and I knew it would draw attention, giving the perfect addition to the cover Kevin and I were trying to portray to the public. “You’re too much. Come on.”
Just when we were a few feet away from my twin brother, Tyler, a man with slicked-back black hair and gleaming white teeth stepped into our path.
I almost groaned but kept it inside.
Albert Walton. He was a staunch supporter of my former opponent in the Texas Senate race, and his family was known to make considerable contributions to the party. No matter my personal feelings toward the man, I had to play nice.
“Jacinta.” Albert kissed my cheek and then he turned. “Kevin.” Albert shook Kevin’s hand. “How are you two enjoying this extravagance?”
Not two seconds and there was an underhanded jab. What could I expect? I’d helped elect an enemy, and no one, especially not someone who voted only along strict party lines, was going to let me forget it.
When Kevin had made his comment, I’d known it was a joke. He and our new governor, Veer George, were old Air Force friends who enjoyed ribbing each other. Albert, on the other hand, couldn’t get over the fact Veer had won the election by a three-to-one margin.
“It’s quite tame compared to previous balls. Don’t you remember the opera singer from a few years ago?” Kevin asked.
“I should know better than to say anything to you, Stanton. Especially since he’s a former military buddy.”
Neither Kevin nor I commented on Albert’s statement.
“At least George had the decency to commemorate the Texas soldiers we lost
in the recent firefight in North Africa.” Albert motioned to the families of the fallen men and women who were mingling with the gala attendees.
“Veer is a decorated war hero who’s used his personal funds to create an organization to help veterans. This isn’t something new to him.” I spoke my comment with a tone of annoyance that made it seem as if I thought Albert was an idiot. “His charities hold multiple events throughout the year for the families of all our fallen military.”
Kevin cleared his throat and squeezed my waist, telling me to keep my cool. I had to remember, we weren’t attending the ball as Veer’s friends but as members of the Republican Party sizing up future opponents.
“He’s a rich boy with money to blow. A trust-fund kid who decided to get into politics because he had nothing better to do.”
I clenched my jaw, took the flute of champagne Kevin handed me from a passing waiter, and swallowed a healthy gulp.
Maybe if I numbed my senses, this dipshit who’d interrupted my evening wouldn’t give me thoughts of killing him with my stilettos.
If there was a spoiled rich boy in the vicinity, it was Albert. He came from oil money and had never had to hold down a job in his life. The thought of forgoing his family’s means and serving the nation was a foreign concept to him. He’d enjoyed a playboy lifestyle for most of his thirty-four years on Earth, going from one social gathering to the next. He would have continued his exploits if his father hadn’t made him move into their family’s business.
After a few seconds, the alcohol had taken a mild effect, and I was able to speak. “Albert, I understand you’re still upset about last year’s loss, but let’s keep tonight pleasant. Remember, we’re the face of the party, after all.”
“I meant no offense, Jacinta. I never assumed you’d be so sensitive to any comments about Veer George. I’d expect sensitivity about your liberal sister-in-law, but George is just a friend of your family.”
I flashed Albert a death glare and then moved my gaze across the room to where Samina Kumar-Camden stood with my older brother, Devin. They laughed, joked, and mingled with everyone around them.
God, I wished I were with them. They were my family and knew how to help me let go and enjoy myself. But I was working, and this was all about making an impression on the voters, specifically those with deep pockets.
Samina caught my stare. She cocked a brow at Kevin, since she found him sexy as sin, and then made a gagging gesture while pointing at Albert. Devin quickly stopped her and gave her a disapproving glare and then said something that had her frowning. I could imagine it had to be along the lines of telling her to behave. As the junior senator from Washington, she had to project a respectable image and not make fun of supporters of opposing parties.
I smiled. Samina had my back, even though we shared different political views.
I guessed I should take a cue from my best friend and sister-in-law.
“Albert.” I patted his arm and then pointed at his wife, who looked lonely standing by herself in the corner of the room. “Let’s call a truce for the night. I just made it home after a thirty-six-hour pointless filibuster by our liberal counterparts that went nowhere. I don’t have the energy. And you’ve left your beautiful new wife all alone. Go tend to her.”
“I hear you, Jacinta.” Albert gave me an authentic smile, kissed my cheek, nodded at Kevin, and turned in the direction of his wife.
“That was impressive. You went from pissed-off viper to charming socialite in a matter of seconds.”
“Whatever.” I nudged Kevin. “One thing I can say is that all of those cotillion classes Carol Camden forced me to take as a child came in handy tonight. Nothing like a smile to hide thoughts of murder.”
“I’m not so sure learning the correct knives and forks to use or how to ballroom dance did me any good.” Kevin frowned. “I’m still more at home in the woods with an open fire, a cold beer, and my rifle.”
“So speaks the man with a chain of five-star hotels around the world.”
“Shh. That’s a secret.”
“You’re such a goofball. Come on, before someone else interrupts us.”
Two hours later, I made my way out of the ladies’ room and down the hall to where Kevin waited for me. After I’d calmed my ire at Albert and he left to tend his wife, the evening continued with mingling and charming the “old-school money men” as my dad liked to call them, something I’d learned how to do from the time I was in diapers.
As the daughter of Senate Majority Leader and ultra-conservative Louisiana Senator Richard Camden, I’d spent my childhood interacting with the very men whose deep pockets I needed to tap into. I was part of the fourth generation of politicians coming out of Louisiana and Texas.
When I’d come onto the political scene, it had been a challenge getting anyone to see past the pretty face I’d inherited from my gorgeous mother. I was expected to become a debutante, marry young to an up-and-coming Southern businessman, and produce the next crop of conservative children. Thankfully my parents never pushed the status quo on me. They’d recognized I wasn’t cut out for the path my mother had chosen. As a senator’s wife, she worked hard, sometimes too hard, and she was happy letting my father take the lead. I, on the other hand, was never going to let my dreams come second to my man’s.
The one I’d end up with would see the intelligence and drive under the perfectly groomed package.
I smiled and tucked my purse under my arm, continuing down the endless hall that led to the ballroom.
I still remembered the day my father found me doing Calculus BC homework for my brother Devin, who was a high school senior. At first, Dad thought I was a silly twelve-year-old messing around, but then he realized I was correcting Devin’s mistakes.
He’d been so shocked by my abilities that he’d sat dumbfounded and at a loss for words, and Dad never was short on words. Once he’d recovered, he’d picked me up, twirled me around, and then told me I was going to one day hold the highest office in the country. What he hadn’t known was that I’d had the same plan for myself since I was eight, and the then-sitting president had made a snide comment about women knowing their place in the world. As a young girl, I had no idea I’d heard the comment out of context or that the president was a huge advocate for women’s rights—all I knew was I would be taking his job one day.
“Hey, you. Are you ready to blow this popsicle stand?” Kevin asked as he approached me seconds after I reentered the ballroom. “It’s nearly one in the morning, and we still have to go through some logistics for upcoming events.”
His words triggered a yawn, and I covered my mouth with my hand. “The thought of finances, budgets, and fundraising sounds too exhausting for tonight. Can we skip it?”
Kevin tucked my arm under his and walked me toward where Samina and our friends stood. The late hour had caused the room to clear to half its previous capacity, making it easier to enjoy a few moments with the people who mattered.
“No, one of us will be on a plane Monday morning since Senate is in session, and the other has to run his family’s businesses.”
“Fine, I guess we both have to be adults tonight.” I frowned. “You spoil all my fun.”
At that moment, a voice I’d rather never encounter again in my life spoke.
“Hello, Ms. Camden. It’s good to see the woman who stole my job.”
I stiffened but kept my face emotionless.
Before I could respond, Grey Decker, former senator from Texas, gripped my hand in a painful hold. His gaze, filled with hate and anger, bored into me.
If anyone should have had a visceral reaction, it was me. This man thought he could ruin my reputation and those of countless others in his quest for political status. I would never regret unseating the bastard.
“It’s not stealing if sixty-five percent of the voters wanted me to represent the party,” I said and dug my nails into his palm, resulting in a wince and him releasing my hand.
I was not going to let this man see ho
w much his touch made my skin crawl or that he held any power over me from what he had helped his son do to me.
“I heard the president wanted you to join one of his advisory committees, but you declined.” His words were slurred, telling me he’d indulged in more than a few drinks. “Guess it was too much heat for you to handle as a junior senator. You should have left the hard work to those of us who have experience.”
Was this his version of polite interaction? If he wanted to play, I’d play. Fucker.
“Was there a question in your statement, or do you enjoy hearing yourself speak?” I took a sip of my drink and gave him my politician smile. The one I’d perfected to keep from giving away any of my true feelings. The one I had to learn over the years from dealing with men like him to reach my position.
“Look here, little girl. I know what you and your—”
“Hello, Grey.” Kevin cut off Decker before he could make a scene, stepping between Decker and me.
I loved Kevin so much. He knew little of my history with the former Texas senator, except that I hated Grey Decker with a passion. And because Kevin was a friend, he never pushed me to reveal my deep-seated feelings.
“I heard you’re about to become a grandfather. How is Cara doing?” Kevin asked, referring to Decker’s very pregnant daughter.
Decker ignored Kevin’s question and kept his focus on me. “I’d be careful dating this piranha. She’ll eat you for political gain.”