“Was she seeing Goldsmith at the same time as she was seeing you?”
Saul stared. “I don’t think so.”
“Don’t look amazed. It happens all the time where I come from. Go with one, keep another in cold storage just in case.”
“I don’t believe Tricia would do a thing like that.”
“That’s your option. But what’s your theory? You must have one.”
“I think she married on the rebound.”
“A woman scorned? But she wasn’t scorned, was she? She had been asked to wait a while, that’s all.” Yasmin was staring sightlessly at nothing, her tawny eyes wide. “Something doesn’t smell right. I need time to think about this.”
“I’ve thought about it endlessly.”
“Maybe. But you haven’t thought as a woman.”
“Meaning what?”
“Meaning you’re like a lot of men, charitable when it comes to women’s motives. Are you sure you told Tricia that you would marry her after the election?”
“Absolutely. I mean, I’m sure I said it, I couldn’t have been clearer. But she hardly seemed to be listening. She seemed preoccupied, even before we began to talk.”
“Did she have a key to where you were staying?”
“Yes. We were staying together.”
“You were lucky. If you dropped me the way you dropped her, I’d have been over that same night and fixed you for life.”
Saul winced. She was leaning over him, and she made a vicious snipping motion toward his genitals with her fingers.
He put his hands protectively in his lap. “You would never do anything like I did to Tricia, would you? You’d never treat a man so badly.”
“I feel sure I wouldn’t.”
He sprang the trap. “Not even if you could be President if you dumped him? And if you had no chance if you stayed with him.”
“Jesus. I should have seen that coming.” Yasmin stood up. She had removed her shoes, and she began to prowl silently up and down in front of the dark fireplace. “Nolo contendere, isn’t that what crooked politicians usually plead? You’re right. For a chance — for half a chance — I’d do the exact same thing you did. Though you say you didn’t really dump her, and she ought to have known that. But if she thought you had, I’m still surprised she didn’t come along one dark night and castrate you.”
Saul thought, Maybe she did. I’ve been no use since. He said, “So she was angry and disappointed and bitter, and she ran off and married someone else. I decided that for myself, long ago. What I don’t understand is why she would call me, out of the blue, and say she wants to see me again.”
“God, men can be so naive.” Yasmin approached Saul’s chair and hovered over him. “Isn’t it obvious? She’s divorced again, and she’s hunting.”
“Tricia isn’t divorced. At least, she wasn’t a couple of months ago. Since the supernova I don’t think anybody could get a divorce no matter how much they wanted one.”
“So I’m wrong. Did you agree to see her?”
“I’m having dinner with her tomorrow.”
“Without her husband?”
“I suppose so.”
Yasmin stared at him steadily, until he went on, “I mean, I feel sure her husband won’t be there.”
“And you still claim that she’s happily married?” Yasmin spun away and went back to the fireplace. She rested her forehead on the cold stone mantelpiece. “You should ask Tricia what she wants from you. Don’t ask me, because if I say something all you’ll do is defend her. Why did you really come here?”
“I told you. I wanted to talk to you, to make sure that you were all right.”
“Nonsense. You could have done that with a call. If I could contact the White House from here, I’m sure you could have reached me from there. You know why you came. It had nothing to do with my welfare.”
Saul could hear the pain in her voice. He knew he was causing it, but he didn’t know how. He stood up and went to stand behind her. When she did not move, he took her by the shoulders and gently turned her toward him.
“I didn’t just call you, Yasmin. I came to see you. Why did I come? You say I don’t listen, but I’m listening now.”
He put a hand behind her head and pulled it forward to rest on his shoulder. For a moment she stood rigid, then he felt her relax.
“You came because you’re scared of her.” Her voice was muffled against his chest. “I don’t know what that woman does to men, but it’s quite a trick. Look at her track record. What Tricia Goldsmith wants, she gets. She didn’t snag you the first time around, but only because you had one thing in your life, at that particular time, that you put above her.” Yasmin straightened up and stared at Saul fiercely. “But damn it, I still don’t understand. In fact, the more I think about this, the less I understand it.”
“About Tricia and me?”
“About Tricia. Let’s forget you just for the moment and concentrate on her.” Yasmin stepped back. “I’m going to try to be Tricia. Tell me if this sounds right — and don’t go out of your way to defend everything she has ever done. All right, here goes. I was born poor and a nobody. But ever since I became a teenager, I’ve been climbing steadily up the ladder of fame and fortune. True?”
“I suppose so. Of course—”
“I’ve reached the point where I have plenty of money. I’ve picked my husbands very well, so I’m also sitting well up on the social scale. You don’t get much higher than the Chartrains. And now I’ve got Saul Steinmetz curled around my little finger. No, don’t start denying it.”
Saul had been ready to speak, but he managed to hold back.
“And now Saul is running for President. I’ll be First Lady! There’s only one condition: I have to wait a few months, until after the election, before we can be married. But that’s no big deal. We’ll still be having sex, though we’ll have to do it more discreetly. And when he sees how sweet and reasonable and understanding I’m being about this, he’ll love me more than ever. So I’ve got it made, if only I’m a little bit patient. And what do I do?”
“If Tricia—”
“I screw up and throw away my chances completely — at least for the time being — by marrying another man. He’s rich, but so is Saul. He’s part of the old monied set, but I’ve been there, done that. I’ve never been First Lady, though. And that’s something I would really love. So what happened, to make me mess up so completely?”
“I don’t know.”
“Neither do I. But it makes absolutely no sense, psychologically. Do you mind if I, Yasmin, try to find out what really happened?”
“I wish you could.”
“Can I say this is for the White House?”
“N-yes, all right. Look, if Tricia did decide she had made a mistake when she ran away, why did she wait two years before she contacted me?”
“I don’t know, but I’ll make a guess. It’s the Virginia property laws. There’s more than one way to screw a husband.”
“You hate her, but you never even met her.” And when Yasmin did not respond, “Look, I don’t want to go on talking about Tricia all night, and what you’re saying doesn’t make sense. Even if I were scared of Tricia — I’m not, I’m going to dinner with her tomorrow — how would my coming here to see you change anything?”
“You don’t want to talk about Tricia anymore? All right, let’s talk about you. You’re not scared of her in the usual way. You’re scared in a different way, because you know quite well, even if you won’t admit it, that one crook of her finger at you and you’d hop into bed with her again.”
“I don’t think that would work.”
“Why?”
“There are . . . reasons.”
“Well, I’m damn sure it would.” Yasmin stepped back again, so that they were at arm’s length. “How much honesty can you stand? You already told me tonight that you might have to fire me. Well, I’m going to give you a good reason to.”
“You haven’t said or done anything offe
nsive.”
“Just give me a minute. I know you weren’t born rich, but you weren’t born dirt-poor, either, the way I was — the way Tricia Goldsmith was, from what you’ve told me. She’s come up a long way, but she’ll remember. She learned to read men as self-protection. When you’re poor they all assume you’re available. Ever since I was a teenager I’ve watched men look at me, and I’ve heard them talk. They say, I’d like to help you with your career. But their eyes say, I’d like to fuck you.”
“You think that’s why I came to see you?”
“I asked you, how much honesty can you stand? I wish that had been why you came, it’s so much better than the alternative. Sometimes in your office I wanted to grab you, but I didn’t dare. When you said you were coming here I thought things might be different. There, now I’ve shocked you. Didn’t you feel anything between us before this?”
Saul reached out and ran his finger along the smooth line of her jaw. “I felt it, of course I did. But there are things about me that you don’t know.”
“Like what?” She shivered. “Jesus, you’d better stop touching me. You’re giving me chills and I won’t be able to think. Things about you that I don’t know? Well, I know you’ve not been able to get it up since you became President.”
Saul froze, his finger still on her chin. “Where did you learn that?”
“From your doctor. No, Dr. Singer didn’t tell me. But he’s been in a terrible state since the gamma pulse wiped out the recording equipment. If he ever knew how to write anything but prescriptions, he’s forgotten. He can be a pompous ass but he’s conscientious, and he wants to keep full records of his meetings with you ’for posterity.’ He used to dictate from his rough notes into his computer until it died. I told him I’d try to help. I said I’d take his recent scribbles and write them out properly and put them in order. He jumped at the offer. So I know that you’ve been impotent for over two years — since Tricia, in fact. No coincidence.”
“You read all his notes?”
“Everything in the notebooks.”
“About the tests he did? About my sex life?”
“Yes, I read all that.” She laughed harshly at Saul’s expression. “Oh, come on, I found that reassuring. Most women would. We’re not looking for sexual freaks. And you have regular nighttime erections.”
“When I’m sleeping.”
“Yes, but it shows that everything’s in working order. The problems aren’t physical, as Dr. Singer pointed out. He mentioned three women in his notes.”
“They were a long time ago, over a year. I thought you were only using his notes for the period since the recording chips stopped working.”
“I started there, then I went all the way back to the first days of your presidency. It wasn’t just nosiness. I was interested in you, you must have known that.” She arched her neck, leaning into his hand on her cheek. “Telling you what the problem is won’t do it. I’ll have to show you. Let’s start with those women. The ones it didn’t work with. Would they be Leona Culbertson, Ruth Marshak, and Helen Lohmann?”
Saul withdrew his hand and stepped back a pace.
“Now don’t pretend you found that in Forrest Singer’s notebooks. Even when I thought the records were all confidential, I never mentioned their last names.”
“No. I did my homework. I checked your appointments calendar. There were plenty of lunch and dinner parties to choose from, and a guest list for each. But there weren’t many showing one unpaired and unmarried female of suitable age and status, with the right first name.”
“It’s one of the hazards of being single, especially in Washington. People are always trying to play matchmaker.”
“Of course they are. The trouble is, when other people try to fix you up they don’t know your needs and tastes. And you went along with it. You gave Leona and Ruth and Helen a good old presidential try. But it didn’t work.”
“No, it didn’t.” So that’s what three miserable nights of flaccid flesh add up to: a good old presidential try.
Yasmin moved into close contact again, her breasts against Saul’s chest. “And you don’t know why it didn’t work. But I do.”
“Then you’re ahead of me.”
“Because I have information you don’t.”
“About them?”
“About them and about you. Once I had their names I found out all I could about them. They were American thoroughbreds, every one, hostess guaranteed. We would never offer some half-caste mongrel like Yasmin to the President, would we? Our own reputation is on the line. We look for private schooling, family money, fifth- or sixth-generation American — not, God forbid, Native Americans, because they don’t count. We can’t actually go in and examine hymens and test for virginity, but these days a divorcee is quite acceptable. Youth and nice eyes and skin and figure are less important, but we do insist on one thing: for President Steinmetz, they must be ladies. How am I doing?”
“I don’t think I want to hear any more.”
“Of course you don’t. Your mother tells you to meet ’nice girls’ — I’ve heard her phone calls, the poor old dear. But she’s your mother, she doesn’t realize that it isn’t the nice girls who excite you. I’ve watched you and I’ve listened to you for over a year. I know which women you respond to. The ones who turn you on aren’t the ladies. They’re the sluts, the tramps, the sexual daredevils, the women who will try anything — ones who’ll give you as good as they get, and more. Did you tie up Leona and Ruth and Helen? Did they give you oral sex? Did you go down on them? When you left them, did you have teeth marks on your neck and claw marks down your back?”
“If you know them, then you know I didn’t.” But Saul was feeling a rising excitement, at odds with his calm words.
“So what did they do, lie back and think about the Pledge of Allegiance instead of the Washington Monument? No, you can’t do that!” Saul had begun to rub her breast and erect nipple. She pushed his hand away, but their lower bodies remained in contact. “I said I’d have to show you, so I’m doing it. I was sure I knew what would get you going. I was right, wasn’t I? You’re not impotent, far from it. You pointed out that I never met Tricia. I didn’t need to meet her. She fought her way up from nowhere, and all that experience showed up in bed. Her husbands had never known anything like it. Right? You must know.”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“You don’t have to. You gave me my answer. Now I’ll give you yours. Once you knew you were going to have dinner with Tricia, you arranged to come here and have dinner with me first. See, I probably look nothing like her, but I had the right feel to me. I was like your double-protection insurance policy. You know we could easily go for each other — we’re already doing it. So if you can’t perform with me, chances are you won’t be able to make it with her, either. You’ll be safe. But if it’s a roaring success with me, the way you think it might be, then we’ll fuck all night until you’re so tired you couldn’t get a hard-on tomorrow to save your life.”
“That wouldn’t work.”
“Of course it wouldn’t. I know men. Sexually, yesterday is like last year. But that’s what you had in the back of your mind when you came here. And that’s what’s really making me mad, and it’s the reason we’re not going to do anything tonight.”
“I could make love to you right now, right here.”
“I know you could. Do you think I can’t feel what’s happening down there? But you’re not going to. I’m not a trial run for a session with Tricia Goldsmith. My pussy isn’t a magic charm that you can wear around your dick to protect you from her.” Yasmin put a hand over her mouth. “Oh, my God, I shouldn’t have said that. Now you’ll have to fire me.”
“You said you hoped we would make love.”
Yasmin pushed him away. “I didn’t say make love. I said fuck. Anyway, that was before I understood why you came here. If I left it to my feelings, we’d be rolling on the floor this minute. I’m not pretending I wouldn’t enjoy it, eith
er, or that I’m not attracted to you. And I love working with you at the White House, and for all the right reasons — nothing to do with sex. I have tons to learn, and you teach me so much.”
“Learn about politics? I’m not sure I’d call that the right reasons.”
“A better reason than most. I’m not saying we won’t be lovers in the future, either. I think we will. But that has to be for the right reasons, too. And we should have privacy, and plenty of time. I bet there isn’t even a lock on that door.”
“I never looked. So what happens now?” Saul’s excitement was waning as he accepted the idea that tonight Yasmin would not be persuaded. Again, there had been a subtle shift in the relationship. In this area, Yasmin was asserting her rights.
“We go to bed — separately,” she said. “And tomorrow I head south to the syncope facility.”
“Not alone, you don’t.” In another domain, his own authority came into play. “Something is happening downriver. You’ll have a military escort.”
“Fine. I have an escort. You do your inspection of this base. Then you return to Washington and have dinner with Tricia. If it helps when you’re with her, think of what you’ll be giving up with me if you fall into her clutches again. I don’t mind being used in that way. And here’s a taste of what you’d be missing.”
She put one arm around his neck and gave him a long, searching kiss, while her other hand worked its way slowly down his belly. He reached around her upper thighs to pull her closer. She shuddered, took a step backward, and said, “Don’t get me going again. I’m the one who has to say no, and that’s not fair.”
“Not fair? You started it.” But Saul released her. “Do you want to leave here before I do?”
“You mean, to protect my good name?” Yasmin smoothed her dress and checked its fastenings. “I think it’s too late for that. We’ve been alone for hours.”
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