I sat on the couch, staring at the stack of bills on the coffee table. I had to pay car insurance and my phone bill by the end of the month. How the hell did people budget every month? I checked my account balance and blew out a long breath. I pulled up the car insurance app on my phone and familiarized myself with it before putting in my payment information. I had enough to pay it and I wanted to get it out of the way.
When I finally clicked submit payment, I rolled my eyes and cringed knowing I had to subtract $270 from my account. The screen turned a cheerful green.
Payment successful!
I bet it was, bitch.
I’d never closed out an app so fast in my life.
“And they just keep taking money every month? How am I supposed to shop like this?” Frustrated, I stood up and checked the time. Shit, if I didn’t want to be late, I had to haul ass now and get to Senator Freeman’s house.
Which, by the way, TV cameras didn’t do that man justice.
When I met him yesterday, I was almost at a loss for words. Almost. It takes more than a fine man in an expertly tailored double-vented suit, wearing Ferragamo wingtips to make me lose all my words. That smile of his almost did it. Almost. I’m such a sucker for a well-dressed man with a nice smile. I couldn’t fuck him though.
One. He was about to be my boss.
Two. He looked too boring.
Yes, he was dripping with luxury and style, which already made my pussy wet but I couldn’t handle boring dick. It was a waste and it pissed me off. Senator Freeman looked like boring, mediocre dick that came with a lot of yes darling, and let’s go camping this weekend.
I called men like him darling dick.
Fucking. Ew.
I needed devil dick.
When I had a fuck buddy, I liked to be his dirty little slut. Not his darling sweetheart. At least not in the bedroom.
I pulled into Senator Freeman’s neighborhood at 6:50. It took me five minutes to find his house. It was okay though. I had TLC singing me around the neighborhood. I’m sure the neighbors didn’t appreciate someone riding around blasting Creep that early in the morning but they’d be okay.
I don’t know why I didn’t guess that he’d have the biggest house on the hill. Should have been a no-brainer.
I pulled around the circular driveway and cut off the music. I wanted to sit in the car a little longer and listen to Ain’t Too Proud To Beg but I was trying to be a new person. A more responsible person. My guess was a responsible person wouldn’t arrive at an interview on time only to be late for listening to their favorite song. So, I got out and took slow measured steps until I reached the porch.
Once I pressed the doorbell, nerves collected in my hands, marching up and down my fingers like lines of ants. I shook my hands loose and wiggled my fingers then shut my eyes for a moment, positioning myself as if I was playing the harp. I imagined playing Ain’t Too Proud To Beg and composed the notes in my head, using my mind like a blank piece of staff paper.
“Miss Lucas,” Senator Freeman’s deep, gravelly voice made my eyes pop open.
How much of my invisible harp session did he see?
“Hi!” I chirped. It took a second for me to realize Mr. Darling Dick wasn’t wearing a suit. He had on workout clothes. The gray Nike t-shirt was darkened with sweat that plastered the damp cotton to his chest like molded armor.
Damn Senator…
“You’re early, aren’t you?”
“No, I’m actually on time.” I stepped in without an invite and moved past him. I liked his foyer. It boasted smooth hardwood floors that were so dark I thought I might tip into the black water. An art deco chandelier hung overhead, and the hallway was flanked with gorgeous art pieces. Hues of serene blue and solid brown danced in each picture.
“You are,” he glanced at his phone then hurried in ahead of me. “I’m sorry. Time got away from me. Right this way.” He rattled off the layout of the main floor before we stopped in the kitchen. “If you get this job…” He said, scooping protein powder into a blender.
“When I get it,” I corrected.
“If.” He cleared his throat and continued, “Will you be willing to make sure Frankie gets a full breakfast in the morning? She knows how to scramble eggs but her issue is waking up in enough time to do it. Will you make sure she eats on the days she doesn’t cook for herself?”
“Of course.” I was going to have to work on Frankie getting up in time to make her own breakfast because I needed all my beauty sleep.
“Can you cook?” Senator Freeman added almond milk and a banana to the blender as well then flicked the on switch.
“Yes,” I said taking a few steps forward so he could hear me. When I got close enough, I smelled his deodorant and clean sweat mixing. Something zipped through my veins. It was hot and quick. “I know how to fix enough stuff to keep us fed,” I told him. He slid his glance over to me and for a split second I saw a fire flicker in those cognac-colored eyes.
Was I tripping or did the senator eye fuck me?
I stared at him to see if he’d do it again but he was fixated on the blender. How fucking cute? The stuck up, darling dick senator thought I was hot. He wasn’t wrong but he was definitely barking up the wrong tree. I was
