would
be. At one point Jackson had to stop himself from laughing out loud as Koepler
followed Rory across the room like a dejected lover after she had haughtily
dismissed his financing plan as no better than voodoo economics.
Sure enough, twenty minutes later, Koepler was still hanging
on her every word. As Jackson approached Rory with Tom Arness of Vermont and
George Moore of Texas, Koepler shot him a nasty look and served up a pissy
remark for interrupting their conversation. They all stood around as Rory was
introduced and embarked on conversation with each one of them. Again, Jackson
found himself enthralled, the sound of her voice calling to him.
Jackson couldn’t help but watch how she glowed. She was
obviously very comfortable being the center of political attention, and for the
first time he really noticed how she came out of herself. He stared, feeling
that he was really seeing her for the first time. And she was beautiful. He
couldn’t take his eyes off her.
She was trim but not too skinny, having a sexy muscular
tone, no doubt from the running. She filled out that skirt so nicely he wanted
to run his hands up and down her hips. He looked back at her face and didn’t
hear a word she was saying to the group as he watched her full lips, slightly
shiny with some barely there gloss she had applied on the car ride over. He
licked his lips without thinking and imagined what they would taste like, or
even better, what they would look like stretched around his cock. As his dick
twitched in his pants, the group turned toward him, laughing at the comment
Rory had just made.
“Well perhaps this is a good time to sit and start on our
lunch,” Jackson offered in order to hide the fact he had no clue where the
conversation had headed. Everybody turned and found a seat. To his dismay, Rory
had positioned herself between Koepler and Jake Schnyder, the congressman’s
chief of staff, who was gazing at her. An unfamiliar pang of jealousy surged
and he worked to control the urge to pull her by the arm and make her sit right
next to him.
By the time the main course was served they were halfway
through the agenda, and Jackson was going to kill Schnyder. He called for a
break and peered across the table at Rory and Jake for the hundredth time.
Steam rose inside him as he watched the shameless maneuvering. What were they,
in tenth grade? Flirting and smiling had continued well through the entire
meeting. Rory herself seemed very at ease and smiled back. When Jake’s gaze
dropped to the undone button at the top of Rory’s blouse, Jackson made a hasty
retreat to the men’s room where he could get himself under control.
He splashed cold water on his face and breathed deeply.
Jesus Christ, he hadn’t known Rory long enough to have any thoughts past the
usual sexual ones, much less these possessive feelings that he hadn’t had for
any woman in the past ten years. He wanted to rip that motherfucker’s throat
out. He looked in the mirror and eyed himself suspiciously, deciding he’d
better get a handle on his real issues. He wanted her in his bed, for sure. He
had felt that way about a lot of women. But he had only felt jealousy a few
times, and only about his former wife. Never before and never since, until
Rory. He cursed at that surprising realization. And as he remembered what
jealousy had driven him to, he knew he needed to handle this shit better.
Rory excused herself and went to the ladies’ room. She had
been talking to Jake the Snake, as she had nicknamed him in her head. She was
quickly becoming bored with his attempts to impress the pants off her,
literally. As she went down the hall, the door to the men’s room opened and
Jackson pushed her back against the wall. It happened so quickly she didn’t
realize what he was doing. He braced one hand next to her head, and swiftly
planted his lips on hers. She made a surprised sound in her throat but quickly
absorbed the heat of his soft lips. She leaned into him. He
be. At one point Jackson had to stop himself from laughing out loud as Koepler
followed Rory across the room like a dejected lover after she had haughtily
dismissed his financing plan as no better than voodoo economics.
Sure enough, twenty minutes later, Koepler was still hanging
on her every word. As Jackson approached Rory with Tom Arness of Vermont and
George Moore of Texas, Koepler shot him a nasty look and served up a pissy
remark for interrupting their conversation. They all stood around as Rory was
introduced and embarked on conversation with each one of them. Again, Jackson
found himself enthralled, the sound of her voice calling to him.
Jackson couldn’t help but watch how she glowed. She was
obviously very comfortable being the center of political attention, and for the
first time he really noticed how she came out of herself. He stared, feeling
that he was really seeing her for the first time. And she was beautiful. He
couldn’t take his eyes off her.
She was trim but not too skinny, having a sexy muscular
tone, no doubt from the running. She filled out that skirt so nicely he wanted
to run his hands up and down her hips. He looked back at her face and didn’t
hear a word she was saying to the group as he watched her full lips, slightly
shiny with some barely there gloss she had applied on the car ride over. He
licked his lips without thinking and imagined what they would taste like, or
even better, what they would look like stretched around his cock. As his dick
twitched in his pants, the group turned toward him, laughing at the comment
Rory had just made.
“Well perhaps this is a good time to sit and start on our
lunch,” Jackson offered in order to hide the fact he had no clue where the
conversation had headed. Everybody turned and found a seat. To his dismay, Rory
had positioned herself between Koepler and Jake Schnyder, the congressman’s
chief of staff, who was gazing at her. An unfamiliar pang of jealousy surged
and he worked to control the urge to pull her by the arm and make her sit right
next to him.
By the time the main course was served they were halfway
through the agenda, and Jackson was going to kill Schnyder. He called for a
break and peered across the table at Rory and Jake for the hundredth time.
Steam rose inside him as he watched the shameless maneuvering. What were they,
in tenth grade? Flirting and smiling had continued well through the entire
meeting. Rory herself seemed very at ease and smiled back. When Jake’s gaze
dropped to the undone button at the top of Rory’s blouse, Jackson made a hasty
retreat to the men’s room where he could get himself under control.
He splashed cold water on his face and breathed deeply.
Jesus Christ, he hadn’t known Rory long enough to have any thoughts past the
usual sexual ones, much less these possessive feelings that he hadn’t had for
any woman in the past ten years. He wanted to rip that motherfucker’s throat
out. He looked in the mirror and eyed himself suspiciously, deciding he’d
better get a handle on his real issues. He wanted her in his bed, for sure. He
had felt that way about a lot of women. But he had only felt jealousy a few
times, and only about his former wife. Never before and never since, until
Rory. He cursed at that surprising realization. And as he remembered what
jealousy had driven him to, he knew he needed to handle this shit better.
Rory excused herself and went to the ladies’ room. She had
been talking to Jake the Snake, as she had nicknamed him in her head. She was
quickly becoming bored with his attempts to impress the pants off her,
literally. As she went down the hall, the door to the men’s room opened and
Jackson pushed her back against the wall. It happened so quickly she didn’t
realize what he was doing. He braced one hand next to her head, and swiftly
planted his lips on hers. She made a surprised sound in her throat but quickly
absorbed the heat of his soft lips. She leaned into him. He
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