ROMANCE: Mr. Mystery: (New Adult Bad Boy Romance) (Contemporary Mystery Short Stories)

by Viva Fox

  He looked at me expectantly, as if I was intimately familiar with providing interviews under obligation to the children of your father’s secret society friend.

  “Of course,” I replied with confidence, “networking is what runs Washington, isn’t it?”

  James laughed and gestured for me to follow him through to his office, “Clever girl, I knew I liked your application. It’s all about who you know not what you know…although in the case of our Fletcher you do need to know a little something to go with the who you know.”

  James turned to wink to me again, and my heart skipped a beat. Being included in private banter with him, with a Senator, the kind that shouldn’t be repeated, instantly made me feel special and included. Part of the club. The in crowd. As if I was worthy of maybe one day being a Washington insider and already assumed as someone who had a grasp of the ropes, the game that needed to be played.

  James strode into his office, tossing off a comment to me, “And this is where the magic happens…policy and otherwise.”

  I swallowed hard. Otherwise? Exactly what kind of magic was Senator Chilton creating in his office?

  I played it safe and responded neutrally, “Good policy can produce magic for its constituents, and it can change lives.”

  James grinned wickedly at me, “Oh come now Sasha let’s not play that role, that polite talk. We both know what work we are here to do. I take my work seriously and your studies show you do too. I don’t need to know your thoughts on policy, I can see from your application you have that down.”

  Confusion ran through me, and my thinking skills were not aided by the distracting handsomeness of James nor his inviting presence, as if he were inviting me into confession.

  I watched him warily, not wanting to blow my big chance and say something out of turn, “Well yes, Senator, we all know what we are here trying to do, what is it you are looking for in an applicant other than the usual cookie cutter responses then?”

  James eyes raked over me, taking in my neat conservative outfit, curvy body and what I hoped was not the visible effects of my desire. My nipples felt hard being around such an intoxicating combination of power, personality, charm and looks. Thank god for padded bras to hide what was certainly the firm points of desire. I shifted awkwardly in my seat, as if it would make the desire in me shift away and enable me to focus.

  “Well, Sasha,” James drawled casually, but with power behind his eyes, “what I want is to hire someone with fire inside of them. Who is tough and resilient. Policy can be taught, politics can be learned from a book like you did in college. But fire…now that can’t be given. You’ve got it or you don’t. You grew up tough, you are tough and this is a tough town.”

  I felt proud at James’s words. I had worked hard to get to where I was and it was rewarding that someone in a born-to-it position recognized that - and wanted me on his team.

  “Thank you, Senator…” I began before James cut me off.

  “Sasha!” he laughed, “Senator is what a reporter calls me, please call me James.”

  Our eyes locked and I saw my desire mirrored in his eyes. I knew in that moment I wasn’t imagining the air of sexual tension between us nor the flirtation behind James’s words. I felt taken aback, what was a Senator doing flirting with me? James may be single but intern relationships had blown up in more than one politician’s face and I was sure they were off limits these days…not that I would say no to a man like that wanting to teach me politics in an intimate way.

  Recovering slightly I flirted back, “James…that has a more friendly touch.”

  James grinned back at me, leaning back in his seat and throwing an arm casually over the back of the chair. His open body language to my hungry eyes appeared to be saying ‘hear I am, come and get it’.

  James spoke, “Friendly touch hey? I like to be keep on good terms with my interns…especially the ones who are special.”

  I smiled back slowly, with lust, “I’m special am I…and why do you say that, James?”

  James leaned forward now, his eyes looking me over again appreciatively, “Oh you want me to flatter you do you, Sasha? It’s simple really, I was handed a pile of the most qualified candidates and your application was ranked number one. I like winners. I also like super cute application photos. I looked at your picture and I could see us finishing off a tough day with that cute face looking up at me as I was on top of you.”

  I laughed outright at the ballsiness of it and replied teasingly, “I thought this kind of thing didn’t happen anymore! Aren’t you supposed to date models to get that stuff out of your system before settling down with a society bride to be your Mrs. Future First Lady?”

  James feigned offence, “Hey! I like to mix up the wild oats I’m sowing, and it’s always been a fantasy of mine to be with an intern, especially one who is clever and smart. Can you blame a guy for trying and taking the risk? And who is to say you are just a blowing off steam idea?”

  I frowned. It hadn’t occurred to me the fantasy of the Senator and intern cut both way. I made up my mind on the spot, under the force of James’s desiring gaze. I wasn’t going to let my fantasy pass me by…whatever the consequences. We could keep this quiet, couldn’t we?

  “Well James,” I grinned lustily, “consider me sold on the job of your intern fantasy. When do I start work?”

  James unfolded his tall strong frame from the couch and moved to stand over me, he reached down to cup my face and draw me into a long deep fierce kiss, a kiss that sent lust flaming through my body.

  He pulled back and grinned wickedly at me, “Work starts now.”

  James pulled me up from the couch and kissed me again, murmuring into my mouth, “I’ve seen a lot of interns but you are the first one I’ve wanted to cross the line for.”

  I groaned softly as James’s mouth moved to nibble on my neck, sending spasms of pleasure through my body. My hands wrapped around him, exploring his strong muscles and solid body. His fine expensive suit felt silky beneath my fingers as I ran my hands over his chest. The opulence of the office, the solid oak desk, gold drapes and bookcases with heavy tomes aroused me further, I had never done it outside a bedroom or dorm room before.

  I pulled back from James’s seeking mouth to slowly, teasingly, undo his Hermes tie, speaking as I did, “Well, Senator, I’m feeling we are about to leave that line right behind us. I’ll be your naughty intern…so long as this stays between us.”

  James spoke, “Oh it’s back to Senator, is it?”

  I smiled back, “If I’m your intern, you’re my Senator.”

  James laughed, “Fair call, baby.”

  James reached for blazer and slid it off my shoulders as I dropped his tie on the floor like it was a dollar one from K-Mart. Together we began to undress each other, his hands on the buttons of my blouse, mine on his suit jacket, his shirt.

  James grinned with desire at me, “Have you ever had a naked interview before?”

  I laughed as I peeled his shirt off, exposing a muscled chest that made my breath catch, “It’s my first time…go easy.”

  He pulled me in close, pulling away my blouse and freeing my beasts to the air and his gaze, held tight in their chaste white bra.

  “Well,” he began as his hands began to feel my breasts and reach around to unclasp my bra, “I have plenty of experience in being bad and crossing lines…I’m perfectly good at it. You’re in safe hands, talented ones too.”

  Excitement rose in me at James’s cockiness, his complete and utter disregard for what was right and proper. What kind of man lured an intern in to seduce them? A man who didn’t give a damn, and that was damn sexy. On my part…I may have worked hard in college but there was the hint of a bad girl wanting to come out, that I had held in check in college, feeling I couldn’t quite cut loose the way other kids did who had safety nets if they screwed up. Now it was time to do something for me…

  I snapped to as James succeeded in freeing my breasts with one easy hand as the other one unzipp
ed my skirt, god did I want more. Impatient, I helped him push my skirt down, leaving me standing in front of my new boss in stockings, panties and otherwise quite naked.

  “Oh yes,” James breathed his eyes taking me in, “Consider yourself well and truly hired as my fantasy intern.”

  I tossed my hair back and grinned back, “Now for your turn, Senator, show me what you have to offer as my boss.”

  James smiled with easy charm and confidence, a man who knew he had the goods. He slip his suit pants down and tossed them onto the pile of clothes heaped on the luxurious rug, “I love it when you talk dirty to me, intern.”

  My breath caught and lust consumed me as James stood before me naked, confident, cocky. His cock drew my immediate eye. Thick, large and jutting out I couldn’t wait to have him inside me, taking me. Tall, muscled and strong his body was bronzed from weekend sports and looked like it would firmly hold me in place and teach me.

  James took me in his arms, running his hands over my ass and up between my legs where wetness was soaking through my panties, “Do you like what you see, intern? Mmm? Do you accept the job?”

  I reached up and kissed him on the mouth firmly, “Yes I do, you have my vote, Senator.”

  “Excellent,” responded James, pulling me over to his large oak desk, “I just need to check your credentials over.”

  He pulled my panties off with one hand and bent me over his desk with another, standing behind me. I was naked except for my heels, naked with my Senator boss in his opulent office in a secret moment of fantasy turned reality.

  James ran his hands over my body, reaching around to feel my breasts, twisting my nipples, running a hand between my legs to make me cry out with want. He cupped my ass and pushed his hardness against me, showing me what he had to give me. I tried to reach around for him, but he blocked me, continuing to tease me and keep me at his mercy.

  He spoke in a voice heavy with lust, “I won’t hold back, Sasha,” he warned, “when I see what I want, I take it and own it completely.”

  Drunk on desire I could only moan my assent as his hand worked between my legs to make me ready for him, his strong long lean fingers up inside me, pleasuring me to the point wetness trickled down my thigh. I felt embarrassed at how much I wanted it, but James didn’t let me pull back from his insistent hand, he made me feel the pleasure he was giving me, not run from it. It was what I needed, had wanted to experience after fumbles with college boys that left me frustrated.

  James shifted behind me and moved my legs apart with his, his ankles locking around mine. With one hand in the middle of my back he pushed me down onto the desk, with the other he pushed me open and pushed his cock up inside me. He took me in one powerful confident thrust, his cock thrusting up inside me and filling me, stretching me. A firework of pleasure exploded inside me as he took me up a level from our playful foreplay into getting serious.

  James crooned to me as he began to stroke his cock slowly and decisively in and out of me, “You’ve always wanted to be a bad girl haven’t you?”

  I gasped in pleasure as his cock moved in and out of me teasingly after his initial powerful taking of me, “Please…”

  I felt James shake his head, “Please isn’t good enough…tell me you need it.”

  I moaned and tried to push back on his cock for him to take me harder, but he thwarted me with a hand on my hip to remain in control.

  I gave into his demands, “I need it…Senator…please take me.”

  James nodded, “I thought so, do you want it slow baby, just like this?”

  And we rocked his cock in and out of me slowly, moaning, “Oh, baby,” as he took his pleasure and teased mine, pushing in right up high inside me, filling me and pulling to the edge of leaving me, leaving me feeling empty and pushing back in search of him, wanting to stay filled by him.

  “Yes…” I moaned in desire as he began to stroke in and out of me harder, thrusting in and out, in and out the way I needed it.

  James hands explored me as he fucked me, while I held myself bent over his desk. His hands sought my breasts, worked my nipples, ran over the curves of my ass, wound my hair around his fist and pulled. I could barely concentrate on all the sensation in my body from the member impaling me in the centre of my body to the pleasure points his roaming hands were hitting.

  My mind went miles away lost in pleasure as we found a steady rhythm of coming together, in and out. James’s balls lightly thwacked against my body as our moans rose and fell together in a song of pleasure and wanting more and holding back to make the moment last. Our bodies fit together, him covering me from behind and mine curving to his.

  “Oh yes intern,” James groaned as my body sent pleasure running through him, relieving him of the stress of his day.

  His hands wound again around my hair, the tightness of his grip signaling the growing waves of his own desire as he began to slip in his control of his cock taking my wet hole. The tension through my head sent pleasure down to the tips of my fingers and the end of my toes. God where had this man been all my life, I thought as I felt my own pleasure building to the edge of desire.

  I gasped out in lust and shock as James took me by the hips and began to work his body with mine, hard, fiercely, with driving passion. He held me tight and slammed his cock in and out of me, over and over, working me with it as I struggled at first to match him. My body found his and together we began to move to the pursuit of the edge of pleasure, of release so close. I let out a sigh of ecstasy as my climax approached as James shifted a hand around and began to rub my clit while his other hand steadied me to take the hard pounding he was giving. I arched my back as he encouraged me towards climax, his fingers and cock forcing me over the edge until sparks clouded my vision as I came hard. As my orgasm ended James furiously took me, letting go of control completely and taking me hard until he dove over the edge of his own desire and came up inside me hard and long with a groan of pleasurable release.

  He collapsed back into his wide office desk chair and reached for me, pulling me off the desk and into his arms. We sat quietly for a moment. James kissed me slowly, with only the embers of the desire he had showed before. He was satisfied.

  James hugged me tightly and spoke, “That was everything I had longed for and more, do you think you want the job of intern by day, Senator’s lover by night?”

  I considered for a moment, the seriousness of the moment now taking over me. What was I doing? I had just had sex with my boss! And in a set up that could bring scandal on both of us. It was a lot to take in…how could I be James’s secret intern lover? It was risking my career and more. I stayed quiet, thinking quickly.

  I spoke tentatively, “Maybe we should leave this as a one off, James…chalk it up to a fantasy fulfilled and leave it at that. This could bring ruin to both of us to continue.”

  James was moodily silent before finally speaking, “If that’s how you feel Sasha. Personally I’ve never been one to let the rules dictate my personal life. But if that’s how you feel. Maybe I read you wrong. You broke the rules of your upbringing to succeed, I thought you might be one to bend the rules in relationships for the right person.”

  I felt his hurt, but my own self-protection had kicked in, this was a bad idea. I slipped off his lap and quickly dressed while James remained naked and defiant behind his desk, powerful and desirable. But not a man I could have again if I knew what was good for me.

  I departed with an apology, “I’m sorry James, I’m sure this is not a good idea to continue. I’ll interview with some other Senator’s and we can just pretend like this never happened. Goodbye.”

  James said nothing as I left the room and let myself out of his office, wondering if I had just made the smartest decision of my life or the worst mistake.

  ******

  Several weeks later I gritted my teeth as I fetched some coffee for the office. I had secured another internship, but far from working on policy like I could have in a small office like James’s, I was consigned to the
bottom of the heap in my new role.

  After walking away from James’s offer of intern slash lover I was quickly assured I was making the right decision when I was snapped up for another prestigious internship with an established Senator. Alison Kramer had been in politics for twenty-five years and was known for her ice queen style and slightly scandal tinged history. She was noted for never having met a lobbyist she didn’t like. To my idealistic dismay she was keen on the payback and favors style of Washington. With a bigger office and role she had a whole team of interns, all of whom had made it clear to me I was only good enough to be the coffee fetcher and lackey.

  Even worse, I had to work with the odious Fletcher, who I had interviewed with alongside James. Unfortunately unlike James, Alison thought the sun shone out Fletcher’s over privileged butt. She couldn’t get enough of him or his connections, making me long to tell James about it and see him laugh and wink. Working in Alison’s prestigious office over James’s showed me there was more than one way to have wealth and power. Unfortunately my bad choices had landed me in the office that did it the wrong way.