Her eyes opened wide. “Why would I do that?”
“Two reasons. First, you need to see a different perspective. Get away from Jamie and see that someone else can treat you special too. And secondly, maybe if Jamie sees you leave with another guy, he’ll realize that he can’t treat you so casually anymore.”
She smiled. “I can’t believe a virgin is telling me to get laid.”
I laughed. “Just give it a try.”
I changed for the club, and then we went to April’s apartment so she could change too.
The club was named Hot Shots, and it was downtown, about five blocks from the White House, so we decided to walk instead of taking the subway. When we got there, Jamie was waiting outside, and we all went in together.
It was a young crowd, most of them college student age, and we found a table in the back room, where the music wasn’t so loud. Conversations went on around us, and I noticed a few of them were about politics, and I even heard President Remington’s name mentioned a few times. That made me miss him, and I couldn’t wait for the next time he held me in his strong arms. I was wondering when he was going to get around to making love to me, when Jamie interrupted my thoughts.
“Would either of you two like to dance?”
I was about to decline, when April said, “Why don’t you two go ahead? I did too much walking today.” She gave me a look that let me know she was up to something, and I realized she was doing exactly what I had asked her to do – finding another guy.
Reluctantly, I said, “I’ll dance with you, Jamie.”
He grinned and stood, holding out his hand. I took it and he pulled me to my feet. I gave April a conspiratorial glance before Jamie and I headed for the dance floor.
We began to dance, and he moved very well, with the grace of an athlete. The next song was slow, and we danced closer together as he held me in his arms. Once again, I was reminded of how good his body felt against mine.
I glanced over his shoulder and saw April dancing with another guy. He was tall with dark hair, and when she and I made eye contact, I gave her the thumbs up sign. She smiled back.
After a minute, Jamie noticed them too, and he said, “I see April has found someone to dance with. That’s good. She seemed stressed today.”
So much for my plans of making him jealous.
We went back to the table, and after another song April and her friend joined us. His name was Marcus, and he was a Business major from Georgetown. He seemed nice enough, and I thought April had made a good choice. Jamie was friendly to him, and they even chatted a little about sports.
We alternated between talking, dancing, and drinking, although I made sure to keep the latter to a minimum. One of the rules we had to follow as White House interns was no public displays of drunkenness, not that I had that problem anyway. But it was a good excuse to use when Jamie kept asking me if I wanted another one.
After about an hour, Jamie and I were sitting at the table when April and Marcus came up and stood beside it.
“We’re leaving,” April said, and I could tell she was slightly tipsy, leaning on Marcus for support.
“Have fun,” I said with a smile.
Jamie grinned also. “Yeah, you two look good together. Nice meeting you, Marcus.”
April gave him a slight frown, then turned to Marcus and smiled. “Ready?”
“Oh yeah,” he replied. “Nice meeting you all.” He led her away.
Jamie watched them go, and then turned back to me, still smiling. “Hope she gets laid. She really needs it.”
I laughed, but realized I hadn’t thought about the ramifications of my plan. If April left with another guy, that would leave me alone with Jamie – something I wasn’t comfortable with.
“More dancing?” he asked.
“It’s really getting late.”
He smiled. “Church in the morning?”
I smiled back. “No. I’m just tired from the museums today.”
“Ok. One more dance and then I’ll walk you home.”
“Ok, one more dance.”
As we got to the dance floor, a slow song began. He held his arms open and I stepped into them. We began moving as his hands rested on my lower back. I placed mine on his shoulders, unable to ignore the athletic body under his jacket.
We moved together, and suddenly I became aware of a new sensation. A hard lump was rubbing against my stomach. I tried to shift slightly away, but his hands pressed on my back, pulling me tighter against him. The lump got even harder, and bigger, and his hands dropped lower, down on the curve of my backside.
I stopped dancing and pulled back. He briefly held me in place, but then relented and allowed us to separate.
“I have to go.”
His smile was still there. “Sure. I’ll walk you.”
“You don’t have to.”
“Streets aren’t safe. It’s no problem.”
“Ok, I have to use the bathroom first.”
“Ok.”
When I came out of the restroom, he was waiting. He stepped in front of me.
“I just wanted you to know I had fun today with you.”
I smiled. “So did I.”
He looked at me for a long moment, and then stepped into me, slipping his arms around my waist. Before I realized what was happening, he was kissing me. I felt my body arching into him as he held me tighter, and then his tongue was in my mouth, exploring.
I was so shocked I couldn’t resist, or maybe it was that dark part of me, liking the fact that he hadn’t asked. Either way, I did nothing to stop him.
It wasn’t until his hand cupped my breast through my blouse did I come to my senses. A vision of the President’s face flashed across my memory, and I pushed Jamie away.
“Stop it.”
He smiled lazily. “That was nice. You’re a good kisser.”
“I have to go.”
“Come on, that was fun, right?”
“I’m leaving.”
“Ok, let’s go.”
“No. I’m leaving by myself.”
He stepped close again. “Sarah, that’s not a good idea. I’ll walk you home.”
“No. Leave me alone.” I pushed him away again, and walked towards the exit.
“Sarah, come on. Don’t be mad.”
Chapter 15
I ignored him and left. For the first block, I kept looking back to make sure he wasn’t following me, but then relaxed and took a breath.
I realized I wasn’t only mad at him, but also at myself. Not because I had allowed him to do that, but because I had enjoyed it a little more than I wanted to. The feel of his hands on me without my permission had stirred up my dark desires.
I realized that the only reason I wasn’t allowing him to go further was my relationship with the President. I belonged to him now, and another man touching me could not be permitted. I even got a little thrill wondering if the President would punish me if he found out about it
The night was cool, and I enjoyed the fresh air as I walked. There were other people out, so it was hard to take Jamie’s warnings seriously. Just another ploy on his part to be alone with me.
As I neared my apartment, I had to decide whether to cut through the park, or follow the street around. The park wasn’t very well lit, but I hadn’t been lying about being tired from the museums. I just wanted to go home and go to bed. The park was faster.
I was halfway across when I heard a sound, and when I turned around, there was a man walking behind me. At first I thought it was Jamie, but when he stepped through a lighted spot, I saw it wasn’t. This man was bigger, with dark hair.
I turned forward again, preparing to make a dash for the street, when another man stepped out from behind a tree. With a small cry, I ran into his chest, and suddenly his arms went around me, holding me in a bear hug. I tried to scream, but his hand quickly covered my mouth, and the panic felt like ice in my veins.
This couldn’t be happening! We were right in downtown D.C., just a few block
s from the White House.
The man walking behind me loomed out of the darkness, wearing a cruel smile on his face. He had a thin moustache and closely-shaved beard, and his eyes looked black in the dim light. A jagged scar ran down one cheek.
“My, my, such a pretty young thing to be out alone at night.” He had a foreign accent, but I couldn’t place it. My mind was a whirl, and I couldn’t think straight. Was I just having a bad dream?
The man chuckled and stepped closer. I became aware of both of their scents, male sweat mixed in with a background of exotic spices.
“You will come with us,” the man said, his face just inches from mine. “Do not make any noise, or we will be forced to hurt you.” The smell was overwhelming now, and I felt myself becoming lightheaded.
I screamed, but it was muffled by the hand clamped tightly to my mouth. I began to flail my body, but the man holding me was too strong.
The man in front of me chuckled. “I enjoy American girls. So spirited, like wild stallions.”
“Leave her alone.”
The voice was calm, and I didn’t recognize it at first.
The man turned around to see who was speaking, and then gave a chuckle. “Be gone, little boy. This is of no concern to you.”
“Step away from her, right now.” Finally, I realized who it was. Jamie! He must have followed me home. Never had I been so happy to find out I had a stalker.
The man laughed again. “I am warning you. You are getting involved in something that is none of your business. This girl wants to go with us, don’t you, my dear?”
I didn’t respond, but instead just stared in fright over the hand that gripped my face.
Jamie moved quickly – much faster than I thought he was capable of. He stepped towards the man and spun around, jumping and bringing his foot up in a roundhouse kick that landed solidly on the side of the man’s head. It made a satisfying ‘thunk’ sound, and the man toppled over, out cold.
The man holding me shifted, and suddenly he was wielding a knife in his other hand.
Jamie held up his hands. “I don’t want to hurt you. Just let go of the girl and I’ll allow you to leave.”
The man pushed me hard and I fell to the ground. He grinned. “You are not in a position to allow anything.” He switched the knife to the other hand and took a menacing step forward.
“Go, Sarah, get out of here.” Jamie stood his ground with his arms held out.
But I was rooted in fear, unable to do anything besides watch in horror.
The man lunged and swung the knife, but Jamie was able to step to the side, and the blade grazed past his stomach. His hands locked on the man’s outstretched arm, and twisted it, causing the man to howl in pain.
The two men grappled for a moment, and I feared that Jamie would be overpowered, since the man must have outweighed him by thirty pounds. But Jamie used the man’s weight to his advantage, forcing him off balance and to the ground.
With the gracefulness of a cat, Jamie leapt on him and brought his fist down on the man’s chest. The man heaved out a large gasp, and began to cough and choke, incapacitated from whatever Jamie had done to him.
Jamie got up and hurried over to me, helping me to my feet.
“Let’s go while we have the chance.” He took my hand and we ran to the street and the safety of the lights. A few minutes later we were standing breathlessly outside of my apartment.
“Do you think they’ll follow us?” I asked.
He shook his head. “Cowards like that stay in the shadows.”
“Thank you.”
“No problem.”
“No, I really mean it, thank you. Who knows what would have happened if you hadn’t come along.”
He gave me a slight smile. “You’re welcome. I told you it was dangerous.”
“You were right. I’m sorry.” Then I paused and added, “Were you following me?”
He gave me an embarrassed look. “Yeah, I’m sorry. I was worried about you. Are you mad?”
“No, not at all. I’m grateful you did it.” I stepped close to give him a hug, but he winced and pulled back.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Nothing.” But he winced again and held his arm to his body.
“Are you hurt?”
“I’m fine.”
“Let me see.”
“It’s nothing.”
“Just let me see it.” I pulled his arm up and gasped. The side of his shirt had a large bloodstain.
“Oh my god, you’re bleeding.”
He glanced down. “Shit.” He pulled the shirt up to reveal an inch-long cut along his ribs. It didn’t look too deep, but it was bleeding profusely.
“You have to go to the hospital.”
He shook his head. “No, it’s not that bad.”
“Jamie, you’re bleeding. It needs to be stitched.”
He continued shaking his head. “I don’t like hospitals. I’ll be fine.”
“Please? I’ll call a cab and we can be there in ten minutes.”
He reached out and rested a hand on my shoulder. “Sarah, seriously, I’ll be fine. I’ve been cut worse. I just need to wash it off and bandage it. Which I’ll do when I get home. I’ll head straight there as soon as I know you’re safely inside your apartment.”
I couldn’t just leave him standing here bleeding. “Come inside, I’ll clean you up. I have some bandages.”
“That won’t be necessary.”
“Please? I really want to help you. It’s the least I could do after what you did for me.”
He thought for a moment. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I said firmly, and took his hand and pulled him towards my gate.
Chapter 16
Several minutes later we were in my bathroom, where my white washcloth was now pink, tinged with his blood despite multiple rinsings. When I cleaned the blood off, I had to admit the wound wasn’t as bad as I had originally thought. As I dabbed it with alcohol, he gritted his teeth but didn’t make a sound. Finally, I was able to get a few Band-Aids across it, almost like butterfly stitches as they held the wound together. I then covered the entire area with a larger bandage.
I stood back and admired my handiwork. Not quite emergency room quality, but not bad. He was going to survive.
Suddenly, I realized I was standing in my bathroom with a gorgeous shirtless guy, whose body was much more muscular and cut than I had originally imagined. He was nothing like the surfer dudes from back home, whose tanned bodies were nice, but had the soft look of spending hours in front of the television playing video games. Jamie had the lean body of an Olympic gymnast, with every little muscle defined, from his veined biceps down to his washboard abs. It was very impressive.
“So,” I said, “where’d you learn to fight like that?”
He smiled. “Had a few karate lessons growing up.”
“That looked like more than a few karate lessons.”
He shrugged. “I got lucky. I think they underestimated me.”
I smiled. “Aren’t you the modest one? I think the lucky ones were those two guys, since you were more concerned with getting me away than kicking their asses more.”
He shook his head. “No, it wasn’t like that.”
“I know what I saw. And thank you again. You probably saved my life.”
He stared at me a long moment without speaking. I was about to say something when he reached out and curled a hand around the back of my neck, and pulled me into him. His lips met mine, and once again, I was too shocked to react.
His kiss was soft, and I found myself parting my lips to allow his tongue inside. His arm slid around me, and I felt myself being pulled against his perfect body. I placed my hands on his chest, wanting to push him away, but not able to do it.
Emotions whirled inside of me. I couldn’t allow this! I belonged to the President. But this man had just saved my life. How could I refuse him?
His kiss became more urgent as his hands began to caress my back,
sliding down to cup my behind. His erection swelled against me, and he used his strength to hold me against it.
I had waited my entire life for a man who would take from me what I refused to give him, and now I had met two in the space of a week. I felt my willpower dissolving as his hands moved over me.
One of them moved up under my blouse, caressing my breast through my bra, teasing his thumb over my straining nipple. I felt a pulse of wetness go through me, and I sucked on his probing tongue.
He took my hand in his and placed it on his erection, holding it there as I felt the heat of the solid bar beneath the cloth. When I curled my fingers around it, he groaned into my mouth, and I felt it twitch in my hand.
He left my hand there and slid his downward, finding the hem of my skirt and then moving back up, following the inside of my thigh. As he approached my panties, I groaned softly, anticipating his touch.
You belong to me.
The words seared across my brain, as I heard the President’s voice inside my head.
I’ll be yours as long as you want me.
That was my voice, making him a promise. A promise I was now breaking.
My hand quickly moved to Jamie’s, gripping his wrist and holding him in place.
“Stop!” I whispered urgently.
He broke our kiss and lifted his head. “Sarah, what’s wrong?”
“We can’t do this. I’m sorry.”
“I want you, and I know you want me.”
“I’m so sorry. But we can’t.”
He looked at me a long moment, thinking. I could tell he was having an internal argument with himself, wondering if he should press on.
“Sarah, tell me what’s wrong.”
I shook my head. “I can’t.”
“I think I deserve an explanation.”
“You do. But I can’t tell you.”
His lips tightened, and I saw a flash of anger behind his eyes. But just as quickly, it disappeared and his face softened. A small smile curled up onto his lips.
“That’s fine. I don’t want you doing anything you’re uncomfortable with.”
“Jamie, it’s not that. It’s just…”
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