Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(13)

There is hope for us yet.





14





Austin





I'm sitting behind my desk in the oval office with my fingers laced  behind my head, but I might as well still be sitting in the cool leather  seat of my limo with Ashley nuzzled by my side.

It's like a scene playing on a continual loop in my mind. A scene I can't pause or shut off.

Her words, her smell, and her gestures-everything-it all haunts me.

If I'm being honest, the fact that Ashley's still a virgin excites me,  like uncharted territory just begging to be conquered. I'm a competitive  person, and now I'm determined to be her first.

It's amazing, given her line of work-the amount of men she comes in contact with. Don't you think?

She's smoking hot, head to toe. Her tits are some of the most perfect  pair of breasts I've ever seen  …  and I've seen, held, licked, and sucked  on a lot of tits.

How she's managed to stay a virgin is beyond all comprehension. I can't even wrap my head around it, as hard as I try to.

Now I'm trying to focus on today's meeting, but that's proving difficult.

"Do you want the good news first, or the bad news?" Tracy asks me, and I snap back to reality.

"Good, I guess," I say, although I'm not really sure that it matters at the end of the day.

"The good news is that the press has dropped the 'President Player'  angle," she replies. "They love Ashley. That's definitely a good thing."

I sigh and think to myself, of course they do. What's not to love?

"But that's the only good news I'm afraid," Tracy says, looking at me  with a serious gaze. When I see that gaze, I know she means business.

"And the bad news?" I ask, bracing myself for whatever Tracy is going to  throw my way. At this point, I figure it must be pretty bad.

"The bad news is Bob Walker, as usual," she says, "he's trying to block you at every turn."

"No surprise," I reply, shaking my head. If that's the worst thing she  tells me today, I can live with that. That guy has always been a  bastard, and a thorn in my side. "What's he doing now?" I ask, although I  hardly care.         

     



 

"He's trying to lobby the opposition to your new jobs bill," she says.

I scoff at her comment. "Walker doesn't have the numbers. He's just blowing a bunch of hot air, and I'm not buying it."

I pause for a second. "Besides, what kind of politician doesn't like jobs? Give me a fucking break."

Tracy shrugs and gives me a look.

I know that look. The truth of the matter is that politicians can now  say whatever they please and then do what they please once in office.  The public' forgetfulness is something that good politician cultivate.

"I don't know, Austin," Tracy says. "I'm worried that Walker can sway  just enough votes. He's owed a lot of favors. I've crunched the numbers  myself."

No fucking way. Not on my watch, I think to myself.

"I'm not having it," I say, pointing a finger at no one in particular.  I'm just trying to get my point across. Suddenly, I'm feeling fired up.  "Walker's not getting away with this."

"What do you think we should do?" Tracy asks, her eyes skeptical and hopeful at the same time.

"I intend to make Walker look like an ass," I reply. "So here's what I need you to do."

I watch as Tracy pulls up a task app on her cell phone. I swear, she's one of the most organized people I know.

I continue, "Plan a Town Hall in Walker's home state."

"Why in his home state?" Tracy asks.

"Because I'm going to pitch the damn jobs bill directly to Walker's fucking constituency," I reply.

"You do realize that Walker's going to go ballistic," Tracy says. Her  hands are on her hips, and I know she's trying to think this through  from every angle.

"I'm not even remotely worried about Walker," I say, waving one hand in  the air, trying to give off a casual air. "In fact, I want Ashley to  accompany me."

Everyone nods in agreement, and we wrap up. The meeting ends, and each  of the staff members go about their daily duties at various end of the  White House.

But I ask Tracy to stay behind.

And now that we're alone, I speak to her frankly.

"I want Ashley to move into the White House," I say.

Tracy looks at me wide-eyed, and her lower jaw seems to nearly drop to  the floor. "I don't know," she replies, but I can tell that's an  understatement. She's thinking I've lost my fucking mind.

"You don't know what?" I ask.

"Austin, I just don't think it's a good idea. I mean having her move in is pushing it a bit, don't you think?"

"Why?" I ask. "She's my fiancée isn't she?"

"Fake fiancée," Tracy clarifies.

"Of course I know that," I say, almost embarrassed at the slip. "I just  meant that to the public, she's my fiancée. Wouldn't it seem more  real-the relationship I mean-if Ashley moved in?"

I can still see the disbelief in Tracy's eyes.

"Is this for the public," she asks, "or for you?"

"Oh come on!" I say, trying not to feel irritated. "Think about it. If  she moves in, we won't have to assign a Secret Service detail to her."

Tracy glares at me, trying to decide whether or not this is a good idea.

"She can sleep in a separate wing," I say, trying to win Tracy over. "And we'll be saving taxpayers' money."

That idea seems to win her over because now Tracy is nodding in agreement.

"That does make a lot of sense," she says.

"Of course it does!" I reply. "And I don't want to give the opposition any ammunition to use against me."

"Okay, okay," she replies, raising a hand as if she's heard enough. "I see your point."

"That's the spirit," I smile, grinning from ear to ear and patting her  on the shoulder. "I told you it was a good idea. And besides, those are  the only kinds of ideas I have."

I'd say that's going a little too far, Mr. Cocky," she laughs. "But I'll give this one to you."

Just as I'm about to leave the office, I turn to Tracy and say, "I'll handle Ashley."

Tracy just grins.

"Sure you will."





15





Ashley





Yoga usually helps, but not today.

I always try to work out in the evening and, taking into account all the  stress from this ‘fake fiancée' play, I decided to go for an evening  yoga class. I was hoping it'd help me get my mind off Austin, but what  do you know? It didn't work.

But what was I expecting, anyway? After what happened inside the limo,  he's been on my mind every waking minute. And, just between you and I,  he's also been inside my dreams  …  and they always end up being the  scorching kind of dreams, if you know what I mean.

The kind that makes you sleep naked because you know the panties will be drenched when you wake up.

Stepping outside the building where I had the yoga class, I swing my gym  bag over my shoulder and look at the black SUV already waiting for me.  There's one buff secret service guy waiting by the passenger door, and I  can't help but sigh heavily; having a security detail of your own isn't  as glamorous as it might seem. It's just annoying, really. Although I  appreciate what they do for me, I hate being followed around every  minute of the day.

"I'll be walking home," I tell my secret service guy as I tie my hair into a bun.

"I strongly advise against that as--"

"It's just a few blocks away," I cut him short, already starting to turn my back to him. "You guys can follow me in the car."

"Very well," he replies apprehensively, clearly not happy with my  decision but obliging all the same. I strut down the sidewalk, just  another commoner blending in with the crowd. Everything's fresh on  people's minds and, even if anyone recognizes me, they probably won't  believe it's that Ashley from TV, the one about to become the First  Lady. Supposedly.

I let my mind drift back to Austin, and to how my opinion of him is  slowly changing. Did I really believe him to be such a bad guy? Because,  really, he doesn't seem that bad. I know, I know …  he's probably just a  master manipulator, but if helping him somehow helps the country …  I'm  all for it. And, besides, whoever he is underneath his presidential  facade, at least I know he's fun. And by fun I mean... well, you  probably know what I mean, don't you?

I think back to how he handled me back in the limo, and to how he wanted  more …  and, really, I wanted more as well. But I'm still a virgin, and  I'm not about to offer that virginity on a silver platter to Austin just  because he's the President. Okay, the fact that he seems to know what  he's doing helps, but still …

To make matters worse, soon enough I'm going to be stuck with Austin on a  plane. Yeah, I know, Air Force One is supposed to be huge, but I guess  I'll be seeing enough of him during the flight to Arizona, his home  state. I spent the whole day preparing for the trip, and all I could  think about was the fact that I'm going to be stuck on a plane with him.  God, how do I make this madness stop?