that I’ll get tired of giving you
limits if you want and need them. It’s what I do. And if you ever feel like you
need a spanking, you can ask.”
She
laughed. “You’re kidding, right? Who would ask for a spanking?”
He
tilted her chin up. “Good girls who don’t want to be bad to get them.” His
mouth found hers then and they kissed, long and deep.
Tomorrow,
Ron knew his boss would ask him what he’d found out about Lindsay. And when he
did, he’d tell Bradford Hopkins that he’d found out nothing, that as far as he
could tell she was flawless. And it would not be a lie.
Chapter
Six
“Lindsay,
are you OK?” Clara Faircloth took off her glasses as she laid the folder she
was looking at on the coffee table in front of her.
“Hmm?”
Lindsay had been staring at the same papers the senatorial candidate had been looking
at, but her mind was far away. And her boss had noticed.
“Oh,
sorry. You were saying?”
Clara
shook her head and gave a short, impatient laugh. “I was asking if you are all
right,” she said. “Lately it’s like you’re off on some other planet. You know,
if something is going on in your personal life it’s none of my business…”
Lindsay
was quick to shake her head, possibly too quick. “No, there’s nothing...”
Clara
put up her hands. “Wait, wait. Let me finish. It’s none of my business unless it’s
going to affect your work.”
Lindsay
felt her face flush a bit and looked down, pretending to busy herself with the
papers in the folder. “Don’t be ridiculous, Clara,” she lied. “I don’t have a
personal life. I’m just feeling the pressure of the campaign a bit, that’s all.
Hopkins seemed so angry after that debate the other day.”
She
put her fingers to her temples and tried to calm herself. Since beginning her
relationship with Ron Sharp she’d been completely dishonest about her
whereabouts when she wasn’t with Clara. And more often than not – like on
this occasion – her mind was on him and not her work.
But
Clara seemed to buy her latest explanation and chuckled as she stood and
smoothed her grey pantsuit.
“I
wouldn’t worry about Hopkins,” she said. “He’s been in an ivory tower for so
long he’s not used to anyone taking him on, least of all a couple of broads.”
Lindsay
managed a smile. “That’s obvious. But I’m thinking I was out of place to take
that jab at him.”
Clara
looked up from where she was pouring herself a soda water at the bar. “Why?”
she asked, looking shocked. “It’s not different than the kind of stunts I’ve
seen pulled by that shark who manages the Hopkins campaign.”
“Ron
Sharp.” Lindsay closed the folder and put it down on the table, concentrating
on patting it flat instead of looking up at Clara.
“Yes.
That’s a piece of work if I’ve ever seen one,” Clara said. “A misogynist
through and through.”
Lindsay
looked up now, a bit rattled. “Why do you say that?”
Clara
poured as second drink and then picked both glasses up and walked back over to
Lindsay. Sitting down on the couch she handed her campaign manager one while
shooting her a knowing look.
“My
interior decorator is good friends with Sharp’s ex-wife,” she said quietly as
if fearing someone would overhear. “Apparently he’s steeped in the patriarchal
mindset and insisted on this ‘Father Knows Best’ lifestyle.”
Lindsay
stared down at the ice floating in her glass. “Well, you know how people
exaggerate,” she said.
Clara
shook her head. “I didn’t get the feeling this was an exaggeration.
Apparently Sharp actually demanded obedience from his wife.”
“Well
that’s certainly not for everyone,” Lindsay said.
“Not
for everyone?” Clara gave a hard laugh. “This day in age it shouldn’t be for
anyone.”
Lindsay
stood and walked over to the bar to refill her drink, hoping that concentrating
on the task would give her something to focus on besides Clara
limits if you want and need them. It’s what I do. And if you ever feel like you
need a spanking, you can ask.”
She
laughed. “You’re kidding, right? Who would ask for a spanking?”
He
tilted her chin up. “Good girls who don’t want to be bad to get them.” His
mouth found hers then and they kissed, long and deep.
Tomorrow,
Ron knew his boss would ask him what he’d found out about Lindsay. And when he
did, he’d tell Bradford Hopkins that he’d found out nothing, that as far as he
could tell she was flawless. And it would not be a lie.
Chapter
Six
“Lindsay,
are you OK?” Clara Faircloth took off her glasses as she laid the folder she
was looking at on the coffee table in front of her.
“Hmm?”
Lindsay had been staring at the same papers the senatorial candidate had been looking
at, but her mind was far away. And her boss had noticed.
“Oh,
sorry. You were saying?”
Clara
shook her head and gave a short, impatient laugh. “I was asking if you are all
right,” she said. “Lately it’s like you’re off on some other planet. You know,
if something is going on in your personal life it’s none of my business…”
Lindsay
was quick to shake her head, possibly too quick. “No, there’s nothing...”
Clara
put up her hands. “Wait, wait. Let me finish. It’s none of my business unless it’s
going to affect your work.”
Lindsay
felt her face flush a bit and looked down, pretending to busy herself with the
papers in the folder. “Don’t be ridiculous, Clara,” she lied. “I don’t have a
personal life. I’m just feeling the pressure of the campaign a bit, that’s all.
Hopkins seemed so angry after that debate the other day.”
She
put her fingers to her temples and tried to calm herself. Since beginning her
relationship with Ron Sharp she’d been completely dishonest about her
whereabouts when she wasn’t with Clara. And more often than not – like on
this occasion – her mind was on him and not her work.
But
Clara seemed to buy her latest explanation and chuckled as she stood and
smoothed her grey pantsuit.
“I
wouldn’t worry about Hopkins,” she said. “He’s been in an ivory tower for so
long he’s not used to anyone taking him on, least of all a couple of broads.”
Lindsay
managed a smile. “That’s obvious. But I’m thinking I was out of place to take
that jab at him.”
Clara
looked up from where she was pouring herself a soda water at the bar. “Why?”
she asked, looking shocked. “It’s not different than the kind of stunts I’ve
seen pulled by that shark who manages the Hopkins campaign.”
“Ron
Sharp.” Lindsay closed the folder and put it down on the table, concentrating
on patting it flat instead of looking up at Clara.
“Yes.
That’s a piece of work if I’ve ever seen one,” Clara said. “A misogynist
through and through.”
Lindsay
looked up now, a bit rattled. “Why do you say that?”
Clara
poured as second drink and then picked both glasses up and walked back over to
Lindsay. Sitting down on the couch she handed her campaign manager one while
shooting her a knowing look.
“My
interior decorator is good friends with Sharp’s ex-wife,” she said quietly as
if fearing someone would overhear. “Apparently he’s steeped in the patriarchal
mindset and insisted on this ‘Father Knows Best’ lifestyle.”
Lindsay
stared down at the ice floating in her glass. “Well, you know how people
exaggerate,” she said.
Clara
shook her head. “I didn’t get the feeling this was an exaggeration.
Apparently Sharp actually demanded obedience from his wife.”
“Well
that’s certainly not for everyone,” Lindsay said.
“Not
for everyone?” Clara gave a hard laugh. “This day in age it shouldn’t be for
anyone.”
Lindsay
stood and walked over to the bar to refill her drink, hoping that concentrating
on the task would give her something to focus on besides Clara
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