“I get you. My wallet is also so thin that I could never even set a foot into a place like this… Thank God for our generous boss.”
“Does he take interns for lunch a lot?”
“Not really, but when he does, it’s always a place like this. And then I use the chance to eat my weight in food that costs more than my electricity bill and gain a few pounds I can’t lose afterward.”
I giggled. “Good to know. I guess I’ll stuff myself too. I can’t lose this opportunity.”
At that my stomach growled, reminding me that I was living off spaghetti and instant noodles these days, trying to save as much money as possible. I couldn’t afford anything more expensive. Not until I finally found a real job.
Just as the waiter poured me red wine, someone sat down next to me, and I turned around to greet them…
My eyes widened when they met his, my heart picking up its pace almost instantly.
It was him! Merritt Dawson!
“Hello,” he said in that sensual voice of his, and just like that night in the bar, my insides warmed.
I remembered my body’s reaction when I saw him for the first time in person. He sat so close to me, the scent of his expensive cologne caressing my nostrils, and all I could think about was that pictures and videos didn’t do him justice. He was much more attractive in the flesh, his dark brown eyes stealing all the breath out of my lungs the moment they connected with mine.
He was tall and muscular but not too much. He wasn’t bulky. He looked like he hit the gym from time to time, which allowed him to have a well-defined torso and arms. The suit he wore that night added to his attractiveness, and I couldn’t help but fantasize about what was inside.
I was attracted to him, that much was clear, but I wasn’t naïve. I knew very well who Merritt Dawson was, aside from being one of the youngest congressmen with stellar achievements in his political career. He showed a promising future, that was for sure.
No, that wasn’t the problem here. The problem was who he was in his private life, and the image wasn’t flattering in the least. He was a playboy, always moving from one girl to another, and the stories of his conquests were becoming almost legendary. It was rumored that he had been involved with several A-list actresses and models.
The bottom line was that he was a trouble.
Oh and he was my brother’s best friend. Carter has made me strictly off limits to his buddies, so why the hell was he here?
As much as I wanted him—yes, I wanted him badly—I didn’t need to complicate my life.
So, I rejected his advances, even thought I had been pretty close to accepting his invitation to go somewhere else, where anything could happen. After all, the man was a walking sex. But I left him in that bar, and that was supposed to be it. I had to admit I’d fantasized about him these days, but I’d never thought I would ever see him again.
However, here he was—staring right at me, as if came here only for me, which was ridiculous. Right?
“What are you doing here?” I whispered, leaning slightly toward him. I noticed the surprised glances other interns cast at him and me.
“I’m a congressman, and I know I shouldn’t be here,” he whispered back to me, his hot breath sending shivers up my spine. “But I found out that you were coming, and I made a point to stop by.”
My pulse, which was already erratic, doubled at his words, and I didn’t know what to say. I grabbed my glass and took a sip of my wine to buy some time. He’d come to see me? Wow. It would be a lie if I said I wasn’t excited that he was giving me his attention in this way. But I was confused since I had expected him to forget about me after that night, not pursue me.
Was he? Pursuing me, I mean.
“I don’t know what to say.”
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
“Senator Dawson. It’s an honor to meet you.” Greg, another intern who was sitting across from us, said before I could even answer him. He made a show of standing up to shake Merritt’s hand, but Merritt couldn’t look any more disinterested in him.
After Greg, everyone else was trying to get his attention, but he had eyes only for me.
“You look good in that suit,” he said into my ear. “I would have a hard time focusing on my work if I had you working next to me.”
“You’re flattering me again.”
But it felt damn good, and my cheeks were bright red. I resisted squirming on my chair, my pussy pulsating with need. What was it about him that made me feel like this? No other man could make me feel needy as he could.
“You deserve every single compliment and much more.”
I sipped my wine, trying to ignore the way other interns looked at us. Did they know? Could they guess that the mighty Merritt Dawson was flirting with me? I was confused myself, unable to fully believe it.
His thigh was almost touching mine, and I was painfully aware of his hand resting on his own leg. The crazy part of me wanted that hand on me, my judgment completely clouded by a sudden rush of lust. Now that I was looking at him under the bright lights of the restaurant, he was even more gorgeous, his dark brown eyes and chiseled jaw even more prominent. And those strong shoulders… Wow.
“Answering your earlier question, it’s a pleasant surprise. You showing up here.”
He formed a panty-dropping smile that made the temperature in the room rise several degrees. “Good. For a moment there, I thought I was crossing the line.”
I smiled back at him, having an urge to twist a strand of my hair around my finger, which was one of the things I did unconsciously whenever I flirted. Too bad that my hair was collected in a bun.
“Not at all.”
“You know, you didn’t tell me your name that night.”
That night, telling him my name would lead to a mistake, but now I wasn’t so sure about it. His pull was strong, and now it was difficult to rely on reason and think about the consequences. But if he didn’t know my name, did he not realize who I was? Had I changed that much since middle school? I guessed so. But I could play along, for now.
“I’m Camilla.”
“Camilla.” The way my name rolled off his tongue was hot. My pussy throbbed, desire clouding my reason even more. “Beautiful,” he whispered, dropping his gaze to my lips. I was sure I’d started to pant, wishing I had a fan that would cool me. It was suddenly very hot at the table.
“Look, I’m staying only for a few minutes, but I’ll be stopping by a hotel in a couple hours.” A hotel? My pulse skyrocketed. “I would love to see you.” He looked over other people at the table, well aware of their inquisitive stares. “We can talk in private there. Or else.”
Or else… Holy…
He wrote the name of the hotel and the room number down on a napkin and folded it before he slid it to my plate.
“Senator Dawson, I think I should tell you, I don’t mix business with pleasure,” I said in whisper hoping no one else would hear me.
“Oh? Because I always do. See you later,” he said in a tone that promised so much and winked at me.
Jesus. I didn’t remember when the last time was I was this turned on.
He stood up and walked away abruptly without even talking to anyone else at the table, leaving us to gape at him as if he had three heads. And as soon as he was out of the door, everyone gaped at me.
In an instant, I was facing a barrage of questions—each question more vexing than the other—and I became flustered. This was definitely something I didn’t need at the moment. They wanted to know how I knew him and what was our relationship, but I ignored their requests, refusing to satisfy their curiosity.
I could only imagine the kind of rumors that would circulate around the firm by tomorrow.
“Girl, you’re lucky,” Angela commented, her eyes as big as saucers. I had noticed how she ogled at him, not that she was the only one. All female interns around the table had looked at him with their admiring or lustful eyes, and I couldn’t blame them. “It seems like he’s into y
ou.”
“You’re imagining things. He’s just friendly.”
“I’m not sure about that, but whatever floats your boat.”
Our lunch was served, and thankfully, they didn’t pester me about Merritt anymore. The conversation went in another direction, but I couldn’t focus, because I was caught in a dilemma. Should I go to see Merritt in the hotel? Should I sleep with him? What the hell would Carter say, or do?
Maybe sleeping with him would be a good thing. I could satisfy this desire that was rushing through me now and refusing to dissipate and get him out of my system for good. Our paths wouldn’t cross again after today…
Or maybe…
I could make this benefit me.
Merritt was a senator. He obviously had good connections and could call in a few favors here and there. He could be the solution to my problem!
I twirled my glass, observing the wine spinning in it as I contemplated on whether I should actually go through with it or not.
Was it a good idea? Yes.
Was it moral? Hell no.
But I was desperate, and desperate times call for desperate measures.
I would go to see him in that hotel room. And hopefully, after that, all my problems would be solved.
4
Merritt
I was pacing around the hotel room, glancing at the clock every once in a while. I’d discarded my jacket twenty minutes ago and removed my tie five minutes ago. Now I was thinking about rolling my sleeves up, feeling hot and restless. Even the AC in the room couldn’t lower the temperature in my body that had risen the moment I saw her in that restaurant.
Fuck, she was beautiful. She looked all prim and proper in that dark suit with her hair placed in a bun. All I wanted was to tear her clothes off and destroy that bun. I wanted to run my hands through her long hair as I kiss the hell out of her.
What was happening to me? I was definitely losing my mind here because I wasn’t the one to get this excited about some chick.
Except that Camilla wasn’t just “some chick”. Camilla. Even her name created unusual tingles on my skin. I needed to have her. I couldn’t stop thinking about how her pussy would feel once I was inside of her. I wanted her to moan my name as I drove into her hard and fast…
I was seriously losing my mind here.
I had known it was ballsy to just show up at the luncheon like that, but I also knew that women couldn’t ignore me. I’d played my cards well. After that night, I was supposed to forget about her, but the woman was like a drug, and I couldn’t get her off my mind without getting at least one fix. That same night I had a dream about her, and the next night too.
So when I heard by accident that she was going to be at that restaurant—what a coincidence, the world was so small—I decided to approach her, to hell with the consequences.
At first, I was stumped, my cock reacting right away when I took in her appearance. She was hands down the most beautiful girl in the room. I was aware of other women gawking at me, which was quite the usual reaction wherever I went, but I had zero interest in them. I cared only about the woman who made my heart pound like a hammer, her nearness messing with my senses and mind.
I wanted to take her right then and there. Right at that table in front of everyone.
I saw it in her eyes. She was as attracted to me as I was to her, and it was all I needed to see to invite her to a hotel room, my gaze holding a promise of all the things I would do to her once she showed up.
And she would show up, of course. There was no way she wouldn’t.
Then I would fuck her brains out.
The knock on the door stopped my pacing. It was her, as expected.
I opened the door and smirked when she raised her eyes to meet mine.
“Camilla.” I gave her a once-over, noticing that she had taken off her jacket, which left her in her white blouse. I appreciated the way her blouse and skirt hugged her curves, making a mouth-watering sight.
“Hello, Merritt.”
“Thank you for coming.”
I stepped aside to let her pass and used this chance to check out her ass. Man, she was hot. Her hips swayed slightly as she walked, her legs arched beautifully in her high heels. An image of naked Camilla wearing only high heels flashed before my eyes, and my dick sprung to its full size.
Her lips curved into a half-smile. “I figured you aren’t the type who takes no for an answer.”
“What can I say? When I want something, I get it.”
“Cocky, aren’t you?”
She lowered her jacket and purse on the chair, looking at the king size bed that occupied the center of the apartment. I came right behind her, dying to kiss that sexy arch of her neck, but she moved away before I could get my hands on her, taking her cell phone out of her purse.
“Camilla?” She tapped something on her screen. “What are you doing?”
“I’m turning on a recorder.”
Say what?
“What? Why?”
She was all business now, her seductive smile long gone. She placed her phone on the coffee table and turned around to face me with her hands on her hips. “I have to say I’m honored that big Merritt Dawson, the congressman, is so interested in me.” I glanced at her phone that was recording every single word, my throat going dry.
She looked around the apartment. “It’s a nice hotel room. Suitable for a man like you. And quite suitable for the games you had in mind, I presume.”
“What do you want? Did you plan this all along? You were acting as if you weren’t interested in me, so you would have me chasing after you?”
I was pacing now around her, unsure if I felt like strangling her or congratulating her for managing to fool me.
She cocked her head to the side. “Not really. When I told you in the bar that I wasn’t interested in you, I was telling you the truth. But then I started thinking. You’re a Senator. You can help me and give me what I need. So, it’s rather simple. Unless you want me to expose you as a womanizer. Or I could just expose this little meeting to my brother.” She pointed at her phone.
I had to admit. My cock was throbbing painfully. She was that sexy—all feisty and sassy. Never in my life had I encountered a woman who treated me like this, and a part of me appreciated this stark change. Usually, they would drop their panties right away, but Camilla was different, and I liked chasing. This was exactly what I had been looking for.
I licked my lips, taking a step toward her. She maintained our eye contact. “Your brother? Who is he?”
“You really don’t recognize me? I thought after I told you my name…”
It hit me like a freight truck. Cami was short for Camilla. Oh shit. “You’re Carter’s little sister aren’t you?”
She nodded.
“Damn. Well I guess this ends here then.”
“But it doesn’t.”
She walked over to me and tugged on my tie. “I need something from you.”
The way she demanded my attention had me intrigued. “And what do you need?”
“A job,” she stated simply.
“A job?”
“Yes. A job. I want to be an aide, and you have connections, so you can do this for me.”
“So, you are demanding a job? Just like that?”
She crossed her arms across her chest. “Yes. I have all the qualifications and education I need, but employers always have requirements that are almost impossible to meet. It’s not fair. In this city, if you don’t have connections or money, you can’t get anywhere.”
“And I don’t want to do some low paying job in some god forsaken firm that would lead me nowhere. So I have to do this. I’m sure this is nothing for you and you’ll be able to find me a job in no time. So what do you say?”
I didn’t reply immediately, letting my eyes slide down to her chest that was rising and falling a bit quicker than it was normal. Her boobs seemed barely contained with a bra that pressed them all too tightly and it was messing with my mind. I imagin
ed running my tongue over that voluptuous curve of her breast before I sucked her nipple into my mouth, giving it the treatment it deserved.
I sat down on the bed considering her proposition. This was new to me.
“I say that you’re definitely something else. Who would have thought you would turn out to be like this?” I motioned with my head to her phone. “And if I refuse? Would you actually sell this recording to the media? Or give it to Carter?”
Her gaze hooded, and she smiled. “Maybe. Maybe not. Who knows what a desperate woman can do?”
I leaned backward, supporting myself on my hands, and slid my gaze over her body again. Fuck, she was too hot, and right now, I couldn’t care less if she was blackmailing me or not. In fact, it only made me hornier. Sick, I know.
“You do realize that if I find you a job, you’ll owe me.”
“Yes. I’m well aware of that.”
“And you’re ready for it? No matter what I ask for in return, you’re ready to be indebted to me?”
“Yes.” She took a step toward me, her face completely serious now. “I need that job, Merritt. I’m this close”—she held her thumb and forefinger together to show the proximity— “To becoming broke. So I’m totally comfortable with this arrangement.”
I beckoned her with my forefinger. “Come here.”
For a second, she was completely still, but then she moved and stopped right in front of me. I separated my legs and motioned to her with my hand to come even closer. I could see the lust in her eyes as she gave me a once-over, clearly turned on.
She stepped in between my legs. I raised my hand and caressed her cheek, looking at her perfect, pink lips.
“And if I ask to sleep with you in return?” My voice was husky, my breaths quick and shallow. “Would you do it?”
I would never sleep with her under such conditions. I never had to force sex on anyone, not that I wanted to. I just wanted to hear her say she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
I slid my fingers across her silky skin to her lips and ran my thumb over the seam of her lips. She gasped and bit into her lip, which was an unconscious reaction, I believed, but it was fucking sexy.
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