The Senator's Son

by Anna Albo

"You know that Dad is going to ask me more questions when I get home. I'm going to have to tell him something soon."

  Jake cleared his throat. "Haven't we already been through this? You said you'd tell him Zach is your boyfriend and you moved in with him."

  His words hit me like a hammer. "I never agreed to that. And Dad won't believe it anyway."

  "Then you need to convince him. I think he needs to know you're living with Zach now." I could hear bitterness. Was he mad that I was living with Zach, or did he just dislike Zach in general? I couldn't read him.

  "I don't like that idea at all."

  "It has elements of truth to it."

  He was so smug and it pissed me off. The old me, the girl from six months ago, long before the cabin incident, would have gone along with Jake's BS, but in those short few months I'd grown up a lot, and my epic punch to Bianca's face had a lot to do with it.

  "Why should I protect you?"

  "Excuse me?"

  "You heard me. Why should I protect you? In your scenario you and Bianca come off unscathed while I have to explain to Dad why I not only didn't tell him about my imaginary boyfriend, but now I've moved in with said imaginary boyfriend. How does that work? Maybe I should just tell Dad everything, right down to all those nasty texts."

  Jake let out a huff. "Yeah, why don't you tell Paul the truth? Tell him how you ruined my girlfriend's face by breaking her nose and knocking out her teeth. I'm sure he'd be really impressed."

  "If he knew what kind of bitch she was, he might be."

  "You know what, do what you want! Sounds like Zach has been a great influence on you. Does he feed you what to say?"

  "What are you talking about?"

  "This isn't you, Emma. It's not you talking. You go ahead and let Zach manipulate you because I don't give a shit. Goodbye."

  He hung up and I slammed the phone down on the nightstand. I wanted to throw it against the wall, but the phone didn't deserve the abuse.

  "I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but that was awesome."

  I jumped at hearing Zach's voice. "I didn't know you were there."

  "I heard you talking and I figured it was to Genie. Now I'm guessing it was the asswipe."

  I plopped down on the bed and air-punched an invisible Jake. "He really wants me to go with this lie about moving in with a new boyfriend. That way he comes off smelling like roses."

  "I still think the truth is a better option."

  "I'd rather not think about it and focus on this weekend instead."

  "I'm waiting for Genie to call and then we'll go pick her up. Speaking of lying, don't mention that Genie is living with Steve."

  "This web of lies..."

  I zipped up my overnight bag and set it near the front door. Zach was on the phone with Genie and he gave me the thumbs up that we were ready to go. When we pulled up at Steve’s, my jaw dropped at the assortment of designer bags and luggage on the curb.

  "I have way too much stuff," she said.

  "And half of it is still back at my place," Zach said.

  "Are you looking forward to the weekend?" Genie asked me, ignoring her brother. I'd taken the backseat, insisting Genie sit up front.

  "I'm a bit nervous. What if I say or do anything stupid?"

  "We have Steve for that," Zach said.

  Genie beamed. "And I have my little brother to thank for making it happen."

  "Just make sure he doesn't say anything too stupid."

  Genie waved him away and turned to face me. "I thought tonight we'd have a nice relaxing evening. After dinner we'll have a soak in the Jacuzzi and a quick swim in the pool. We don't want to stay up too late because our appointment at the spa is at eight a.m."

  Jacuzzi? Pool? "I don't have a bathing suit and isn't it a little cold to go swimming?"

  "Oh, it's an indoor pool. I thought you knew. As for a bathing suit, I have a million of them. I haven't even worn half of them. You can take your pick."

  "Thanks." To say I was a bit overwhelmed would be an understatement, but I kind of appreciated that Genie had everything planned out.

  "Zach, you going to join us?"

  "We'll see."

  We chatted about nothing really for the next forty-five minutes. We drove into Forest Park and I took in the huge estates. I'd driven through Forest Park when Dad had the odd delivery to drop off, but I'd never been in any of the homes, or even on a front doorstep—I’d always just waited in the car for Dad to finish the transaction. All I knew about this area of town was that the richest of the rich lived here in multi-million-dollar houses.

  Zach pulled up to a tall metal gate. I couldn't see beyond it, but when he put in the pass code and the doors swung open, my mouth gaped open in awe. The house was magnificent, the kind you see on television that celebrities lived in. Lights illuminated the stone face and as we drove up the long driveway, I wanted to yank out my phone and take pictures to show Dad and Grandpa.

  "This house is so beautiful," I managed to get out.

  "Wait until you see the inside. I'll warn you now," Genie said, "don't touch anything. The party planners and decorators are setting up and if you move a thing they get really pissed off."

  Zach parked the truck and I followed them inside. The house was filled with people looking busy, but I looked past all that. The house was even more amazing on the inside. The winding staircase, the marble floors, the priceless works of art adorning perfect walls, the antiques and all the collectables. Dad and Grandpa would fall all over themselves to see them. And the indoor pool? I couldn't wait!

  "I don't get why you'd want to live in an apartment near campus when you could live here every day," I said, doing a three-sixty turn.

  "I like living five minutes from campus and not with my parents."

  I couldn't wipe the awestruck look from my face. I wanted to dance around the main entrance which was nearly the size of our apartment. And then the kitchen. The thought of all the fancy appliances that called that room home. To have a few hours alone in there would be pure nirvana.

  "We better find Mom and Dad," Genie said.

  I followed them down various hallways, but my attention kept getting diverted by artwork and antiques, some of which I recognized from the books Dad kept around. He'd never had any of these artists in the shop and would salivate just to see them in the proverbial flesh. I snapped some pictures and quickly caught up to Genie and Zach whenever I fell behind.

  We travelled to the back end of the house to a large family room that was untouched by party planners. There we found Genie and Zach's parents. I recognized them because I'd googled them. Mr. Walker was reading the paper and Mrs. Walker was on the phone, an iPad in front of her. Mr. Walker glanced up and smiled at the sight of his children.

  "Look who's finally here," he said, setting down the paper and rising.

  Genie gave her dad a big hug while Zach just nodded. Mrs. Walker continued her conversation about the upcoming party, but smiled and waved. She put her finger up, indicating it would only be another minute, then left the room to finish her call.

  "Daddy, this is Emma," Genie said.

  Mr. Walker extended his hand. Like Zach, he was tall, easily six foot two, and had Zach's same chocolate-colored eyes and strong jaw line.

  "A pleasure to meet you, Emma," he said with a firm handshake. He sounded like a politician with his strong confident voice. "I hear you will be joining us this weekend."

  "Yes, and thank you so much for the invitation."

  "We are happy to have you."

  I had to ask about the Grant Wood in the hallway. My meek little self didn't want to, but if Dad knew I'd seen it and not asked, he'd kill me.

  "Mr. Walker, the oil painting, is that a Grant Wood?"

  He looked at Genie and Zach then back at me. "Why, yes, it is. Very impressive. These two wouldn't know a Grant Wood if American Gothic was hanging right in front of them."

  "My dad and grandfather have an antique shop in Pine Falls, so I've been around antiques and art my entire
life. I saw the oil painting and hoped it was a Grant Wood. It's gorgeous."

  Zach whispered to Genie asking who Grant Wood was. She shrugged.

  "Well, thank you. My wife is more of the art connoisseur. She's also been to her fair share of antique shops, so I'm sure she'll want to have a chat with you."

  I glanced over at Zach, not quite able to read his expression. Was he proud of me?

  "I'm going to show Emma to her room," Genie said. "I'm guessing we have access to the Jacuzzi and pool?"

  "Yes, but don't make a mess. Zach, don't disappear. I want to talk to you about a few things."

  Genie and I set off, leaving Zach behind.

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  ZACH

  Dad led me into the study. What had I done now? Or worse, what had I not done? I took my seat across from him as he shuffled through papers on his desk. He took off his glasses and set them down.

  "I see you got your marks up. Your mother and I are pleased."

  The threat of being cut off could scare anyone straight.

  "I've been working hard."

  "Good. We're proud of you."

  "Thanks, Dad." I knew he meant it. Dad was out of town for most of the year, but he still tried to be around for us. I had to give him credit for that.

  "About Steve."

  "I know. She insisted on having him here."

  "If he steps out of line, I want to know. That bastard will not embarrass us tomorrow."

  "I'll let you know if I see anything untoward."

  "I thought Genie might tire of him, but clearly I was wrong. How serious are those two?"

  "I don't know for sure." I couldn't tell him she was living with that idiot.

  Dad leaned back in his chair and tilted his head. "About this Emma. Who is she?"

  "A friend."

  Dad nodded. "A friend who lives with you."

  My mouth fell open. How the hell did he know? "Who told you?"

  "Your sister."

  Shit! Genie and her big mouth. Could she not keep a secret? And here I was covering her ass while she was blabbing any chance she could get. "Dad, it's not what you think."

  "Zach, I was once twenty years old. I know how this works."

  "Really, it's all innocent. I'm helping her out because she fell into some trouble."

  Dad's eyebrows raised. "What sort of trouble?"

  Right, optics. I gave him the shortest version I could of the story regarding Jake and Bianca. "She needed a place to stay,” I finished. “It's temporary."

  "That Smythe family drives me crazy. They are supporters, but those kids of theirs are uncontrollable."

  Meaning, especially, Bianca's older brother, the cokehead. "I know. Bianca isn't a nice person."

  Dad grunted. "That's putting it mildly. But back to this girl, Emma. She doesn't have any baggage we need to worry about? If people find out about your situation with her, they may get the wrong idea. We don't need any trouble."

  "She's a small-town girl, nothing more. And like she said, her Dad owns an antique shop. Her mother is out of the picture." Did I tell Dad more? "Look, her parents were very young, teenagers, when they had her. Her mom walked out and her dad raised her with the help of his parents. Nothing else."

  "She seems like a good kid. Don't let her distract you."

  "I won't."

  "And if you're wondering, I know about Genie's living arrangements too. She's not fooling anyone."

  I fought a smile. Nothing got past Dad. "I'm not sure what you're talking about."

  Dad smirked. "That's all then. If you're hungry, Louisa made dinner."

  For once I left a meeting with Dad unscathed.

  Next up was Mom. She was off the phone now and enjoying a late dinner with Louisa. They were gabbing about the party and Mom motioned for me to sit next to her. Louisa pulled out a plate and filled it with rice pilaf, pork tenderloin and a generous serving of salad. Louisa was big on making sure we ate our vegetables.

  "Tell us about Emma," Mom said, a sly smile on her face.

  "Not you, too."

  "I want to know everything," Louisa said, pouring me a glass of water with a slice of lemon. I've never had the heart to tell her how much I hated lemon in my water, but because everyone else drank it that way, I suffered through it.

  "She's a girl I met from school."

  "She's living with Zach," Mom told Louisa.

  "She is?" Louisa asked, her ebony eyes growing wide.

  "It's not what you think," I said, throwing my hands up in protest. "She had nowhere to go."

  "She's sweet,” Mom said. “I like her. Pretty, too."

  "I haven't seen her yet. Zachy, do you have a picture?" Louisa asked.

  "No."

  Louisa turned to Mom. "He likes her but he doesn't have a picture? That's not right."

  Mom shrugged.

  "This conversation isn't happening," I said, wanting to get up and leave.

  "Not a denial," Mom pointed out.

  "If the two of you gang up on me, I'm eating upstairs."

  Mom put her arm around my shoulder. "We're only teasing, but I think we can agree this is the first time you've brought a young lady around."

  I scratched my head. I had no idea how to deal with this. "She's just a friend."

  "If you don't tell us everything, we'll ask Genie. You know she'll spill all."

  Like with Dad only moments ago, I relayed the story to Mom and Louisa. They listened, barely blinking, as I recounted it all. "Now don't go repeating it, please. Emma's sensitive about it."

  "I hate those Smythes," Mom said.

  "I look forward to meeting this young lady," Louisa added. "I know you say you don't like her, but I think she sounds special."

  Mom grinned. "We've waited a long time for you to bring home a nice girl."

  I rolled my eyes. "Okay, I'm eating upstairs."

  Mom and Louisa giggled as I gathered my plate and the putrid lemon water. I went to my room and collapsed on the bed. I took out my phone and googled Grant Wood. Man, I was an idiot. That Grant Wood.

  A text popped up.

  Genie: We're going down to the pool in ten minutes. Emma is going to look hot in her new bathing suit. Made sure to give her a choice of ones that will make her look amazing.

  I rolled my eyes.

  Me: Okay?

  Genie: Did I mention how hot she'll look? Try to keep your boy parts in check.

  Me: Did you really just text me that?

  Genie: Yup!

  Me: Nice of you to tell Dad she was living with us.

  Genie: Oops. That kind of slipped. And she's living with you. And you like that.

  Me: Goodbye!

  Genie: See you in ten. Take a cold shower before. And after, lol!

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  EMMA

  "Great mention of the Grant Wood,” Genie said. I think Dad loves you."

  "It was all right that I asked? I felt like I was overstepping and being nosy."

  "Dad lives for that shit. It impresses him."

  Genie showed me to my room and told me she'd be back with some bathing suits for me to choose from. I put my bag down on the bed and took in my room for the weekend. It was huge—twice the size of our living room in Pine Falls—and I had my own bathroom! I'd always assumed that Zach's family was well off, but this was far more than anything I could have expected. And not once did Zach or Genie give off the rich-kid attitude like Bianca and her bratty friends.

  "Found three brand-new ones that should fit you," she said, tossing them on the bed. "Sorry, they are all bikinis. I don't have any one-pieces."

  Bikini? I'd never owned one in my life, mostly because I didn't think I could pull it off. I certainly didn't have Genie's cleavage or much in the way of hips. I looked through my choices and picked a plain navy blue one with white polka dots. It had the most material. I might have been slim, but I was more muscular, not anything like Genie's hourglass figure.

  "Great choice. If you want to keep it, and the o
ther two also, you're welcome to them. They're all too small on me. There should be a robe and towels in your bathroom along with some flip flops. I'll meet you downstairs when you're ready."

  She left and I went into the bathroom to change. I carefully removed the tags from my new bikini and put it on. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. The top pushed up my boobs making them look larger than their barely B cup. The bottoms fit like a glove and I had to admit I looked pretty good. I'd even consider wearing it again. I slipped into the white fluffy robe and it was so soft against my skin. I wrapped it tight around me and rummaged through the various sizes of flip flops until I found mine. I took one towel from the stack piled high in one of the cabinets. The Walker home was the poshest of hotels.

  I went downstairs and Genie was waiting for me in the family room. She grasped onto my arm, leading me down another hallway and down a set of steps that led to the pool and Jacuzzi. There was no one else there.

  "I've been looking forward to a soak for weeks," she said, shedding her robe and revealing a tiny pink bikini. I tried not to stare, but her body was fabulous. I was a bit jealous. She eased into the water and let out a moan of satisfaction.

  I removed my robe and piled it neatly off to the side on a nearby chair and set my flip flops underneath. I put one foot into the water and the heat enveloped me. It was glorious. I sank deeper into the water as the jets massaged each muscle of my body.

  "I don't ever want to get out," I said, resting my head on the edge and closing my eyes.

  "I know. Let's just stay here until morning."

  We relaxed in silence for a few minutes, the only sounds coming from the thrusting jets. Thoughts of Jake and my upcoming predicament with Dad floated away. I intended to enjoy every single second of this weekend.

  "So Zach convinced your parents to let Steve come to the party?" I asked, breaking the silence.

  "Yes, and now I owe the bastard. He's making me go with Dad to visit some hog operation next month. It goes against all my principles," she said in a sleepy voice. "I'm going to want to take all those pigs home. I hate factory farming and Dad knows that. But if I can sway a farmer or two on letting pigs live better lives before slaughter, it won't be a total waste."