Scandalous: The Senator's Secret Bride

by King, Imani

  CONTENTS

  © 2015 Imani King

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Epilogue

  More from Imani King

  © 2015 Imani King

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  Please note that this work is intended only for adults over the age of 18 and all characters represented as 18 or over.

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  CHAPTER ONE

  September 7, 2016

  Eight Weeks until Election Day

  “How did you talk me into working for the Reynolds campaign again? I’m not this type of woman!” I laughed out loud as I followed Kelly Hernandez, one of the best campaign managers in DC. Connected, brilliant, and beautiful, Kelly had managed to pull me away from my steady job at The Washington Foundation for Internships—and onto the campaign trail. She grabbed my hand and pulled me up to the line in front of Rye, one of the hippest bars in the city. And the place where all the most connected politicians came to unwind.

  “Because you are the brand new outreach director for the Reynolds campaign in Virginia! The only candidate who stands a chance against Janice Howell! And an independent to boot! He’s insane for starting so late in the race, but I just know he can win it.” I laughed and followed Kelly into the bar, her flouncing pink skirt leading me like a beacon into a new life.

  “Damn, I’m never here for happy hour. Shit’s crowded, Kell.”

  “That’s because of the news. People are hearing about this last minute addition to the Virginia race, and the town is all abuzz. We’ll grab a table and maybe meet someone who knows something about what Greg Reynolds is doing. He is our brand new boss.” She grabbed me by the suit jacket and pulled me to a table near the window, motioning wildly for a server. As with every movement she made, Kelly was immediately noticed. A server came our way and threw two drink menus on the table before trying to run off to another customer.

  “We’ll have two blackberry GNTs. Thank you,” Kelly shouted, reaching out to tap the server on the arm. He nodded, annoyed, and went off behind a busy bar lined with blue and khaki-clad lobbyists and perhaps even a congressman or two.

  “Don’t you already know all the secrets there are in this city?”

  “Well, the ones worth knowing, my dear Sonia.” She looked over my gray linen summer suit and gently tugged on my sleeve again. “You know, darling, on the campaign trail, you might need some new threads.” I laughed. She was never one to hesitate when it came to telling me about fashion. “I can call Carolina Herrara for a suit or two. Even a gala gown.”

  “Kell, the last thing on my mind right now is my wardrobe. I just ran out of my office in the middle of the day—”

  “Darling, it’s 5:30 in the afternoon. It’s hardly the middle of the day. Besides, your work days are about to get a whole lot longer, and a whole lot more interesting.” All around us, the bar was abuzz with chatter. I couldn’t make out what was being said, but I did hear the name “Reynolds” every few words, just as Kelly had predicted.

  “I hear Reynolds has some kind of vendetta against Janice Howell,” Kelly said. “He’s desperate not to see her win. That much is clear from what he’s told me. It’s not just the politics with him, which is so curious. He really thinks she’s malicious, and that his bid is the only moral thing he can do. He’s a billionaire from his family name, of course, and no one in this town knows of him. There’s barely a picture of him on the internet. Unknown. But my connections tell me he can win, and we’re going to help him do it.”

  “Oh my god, Kelly, what have I gotten myself into?” I wondered just how glad my boss would be if I waltzed back to the Washington Foundation that moment and went right back up to my hot, dark office.

  “You’ve gotten yourself into an exciting election season.” The bored-looking waiter delivered our drinks, and I immediately started sipping, savoring the bubbles of the tonic and the slight sweetness of blackberries mixed with mint. The Southernness of DC sometimes amused me, even though I’d been raised as a Southern girl myself. The alcohol began its work in my body, loosening my muscles and taking away some of the anxiety I felt about the whole leaving-my-job situation. It wasn’t a thing I did. None of it was a thing I did — only for Kelly, the one politico I’d loved working with when we were both fresh, green, and canvassing for Obama’s first election. “Now just sip your drink, darling, and let all of your problems fade away. Tomorrow, we tackle the Reynolds campaign and meet with him in person. And while you’re sipping, listen to the golden gossip that’s falling all around us. It’s gold for the job we’re about to do… and that’s getting this good man in office.”

  I did as Kelly said, angling my body toward the bar so that I could hear more of the conversations drifting around us. I nursed my drink, downing it a bit faster than usual.

  I hear he’s the silent owner of Reynolds Metals. You know, the tin foil people. He had a billion dollar deal and…

  Kelly winked at me. She’d heard the same thing. She waved at the waiter and he brought us another round of GNTs. I hastily finished my first, the alcohol buzzing in my body and seeming to heighten my senses. It was incredible, being here with this truly exciting, brilliant woman on the eve of our big break so late in the campaign season.

  Janice Howell isn’t pleased. In fact, she’s fucking livid. There’s some kind of past there, and she knows that he can…

  Yeah, she’s a beast alright, but she has the ear of the Minority Whip, and she gets shit done in the Republican Party when no one else…

  “It’s all around you darling, the rich backstory that will make this campaign so special. I’d never in a million years thought that I’d get to work on something as exciting as this. And I was so surprised when Reynolds called me. I’ve worked on senate campaigns, but none as high profile as his. And none as contentious.” I sipped the sweet drink, probably far faster than I should have, especially for a lightweight drinker like I was. But it felt good. And Kelly was right. Reynolds and Howell were the talk of the town, and in a swing state like Virginia, the campaign was bound to get heated. The bodies at the bar were all leaning into each other, mouths whispering in ears, with occasional furtive glances thrown over their shoulders. Save for one.

  Curious. A man sitting by himself at the end of the bar, just staring into his drink. He had salt-and-pepper hair, broad shoulders, and a straight, firm jawline. There was something about his very presence that commanded, authority and respect. As I studied him, I saw the power contained in that firm, tall body. A shock ran through my system. Why was such a handsome man sitting by himself, and just staring into his drink? There was no reason for it.
A thrill ran through me as I watched him from afar. He turned, as if he could that someone was watching him. His midnight blue eyes cut through the crowd, focusing on me for one moment. First I’d quit my job, and then a man—an attractive man— had noticed me. I gulped and looked back down at my drink. When I looked up, the man was looking at the bartender again.

  “Fine, Kelly. You had me sold the minute you walked in today. You know I live for this.” My eyes darted over to the man in the corner again. Just what was he thinking when everyone else in here was talking about the Reynolds and Howell rivalry? Maybe he was one of those rare tourists that wandered into Rye and got lost in the politico crowd. Those eyes though… I hadn’t felt anything like that for years.

  “I did. I did know it. I’ve been waiting for something like this.” The waiter cleared our drinks and brought us another round. I was beginning to feel lightheaded and pushed away the third GNT, running my fingers over the cool, water condensing on the glass. The bar was growing more and more crowded, and Kelly got up to stand at the bar, pulling me along with her. I gripped my drink and followed, lost in the swarm of gossip and pondering. The buzz in the air was nothing like what I felt at the Washington Foundation, not even during our own gala season. Yes, this is what I lived for. It was what I’d been waiting for. I glanced again at the man sitting at the end of the bar, taking another sip of my drink. Kelly had already inserted herself into conversation with two politicos who had no idea how important she was. She could put on the good girl glitz in a moment, and she already had them hooked. She’d have the whole campaign figured out by morning, and she’d probably have Janice Howell in her grip.

  I set my drink down and walked towards the bathroom, flicking my eyes toward the man. His deep, midnight-blue eyes caught mine for a moment, and I felt that shock again. I put my hand over my heart and walked along to the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. Those eyes… something in them was deeply sad. But beautiful, just so beautiful. I fell against the wall and pulled my fingers through my hair, the black curls an unruly mass in my fingers.

  Talk to him. Go talk to him. Kelly’s always on you about needing to get laid. And maybe you do…

  My heart raced. This was definitely not what I’d come here for. I’d come to celebrate my new position with Kelly, and I’d come here to have a couple of drinks after the craziest decision of my adult life. Kelly, of course, was here for the gossip. There was plenty of that to go around. I couldn’t pretend I knew what I was doing when it came to listening to gossip. But hell, maybe this man was hiding something important.

  Or maybe it’s just because you haven’t had a date in six months, Sonia. Maybe it’s because every guy you go out with is far more interested in himself than in anything you have to say. Maybe it’s because you haven’t gotten laid in a year. Sonia, the good girl with no time for a man.

  “Oh hell no, body, not now. I ain’t got time for you to act up and get all attracted to some man based on one glance.” Quickly, I looked at myself in the mirror. My deep brown skin was as flawless as ever — a trait I inherited from my beautiful mother — and there was still a twinkle in my eye. Even if my suit was boring, the whole curly-haired, round-faced thing always worked for me. Even in my least confident moments, I thought I was pretty cute. And hell, if I could just chat with a man… a real man for a moment. I’d be on the campaign trail for months, and right now, I could use a bit of a attention.

  “I said hell no, Sonia. A man isn’t part of your plan. Your plan is the campaign trail to the White House in 2020, and you can’t have any silly man messing that up for you.”

  Well, a one night stand isn’t exactly going to mess everything up, now is it? And a conversation surely wouldn’t. Not that you’d have a one night stand. Of course not. Not a good girl like you.

  “Fuck it.” I strolled out of the bathroom with my head held high, the drinks working their magic on my confidence. With all the bravado of Kelly Hernandez, I waltzed up and pulled out the empty barstool next to the salt-and-pepper mystery man. I motioned to the bartender.

  “I’ll get a gin and tonic, the one with the blackberries in it. And he’ll have another one of whatever he just finished.” Blue Eyes looked over at me, cocking a half grin. His stare… that grin. It sent a shock straight through me, making me crazier than the drinks or Kelly’s energy or the prospect of a brand new job changing the world. It was that moment of connection between a man and a woman that has been talked about since the damn dawn of time. Probably part of what got Eve kicked out of the garden in the first place. That taste… that thirst… that ache for more. More knowledge, more time, more need for fulfillment. . And in those deep blue eyes, he promised the answers to it all. It was as if, for a moment, all the sense had drained from my head. I was only a being of physical feeling, my eyes sweeping over the strong, handsome lines of his face, the loosened blue tie, the carelessly open shirt.

  “Of all the gin joints in all the world…” he said. I laughed. I couldn’t help it. His impression of Bogart was spot on, given his sad eyes and his empty drink.

  “I don’t think we’ve met before. I thought that line was only for old lost loves and 1940s movies with tragically sad endings.” The bartender slid two drinks in front of us. Kelly waved at me and blew a kiss, walking arm and arm with a man that I recognized as one of her old flings. How had 5:30 PM on a normal afternoon turned into this before the sun had even set over the city?

  “Thought I’d give it a try. I noticed you the moment you walked in, even with all these thoughts swirling around in my head?”

  “Oh, and what thoughts are those?”

  “Just starting a new business venture and dealing with… well, an ex-wife. Now, beautiful women in bars don’t want to hear about that kind of thing, do they?”

  “Well, you’d be surprised what a girl likes to hear when a man immediately calls her ‘beautiful.’” I swirled my drink and took another sip, teetering past tipsy and into a heavenly relaxation next to a handsome man I barely knew. He looked at me again with those midnight blue eyes, and I looked at him wholly, truly taking him in.

  “It’s just true. As soon as I saw you, it took my mind off of everything in this blasted town.”

  “Blasted? You really do sound like you’re straight out of a 1940s movie.” I looked over to Kelly again and saw that she had walked off to a corner with her guy. I knew she always partied hard the night before a big gig, and then she dove into the serious work. She had always made fun of me for not having a good time, for not letting off any steam when we were starting out at the grassroots level. We’d worked together during our graduate internships, two opposite peas in a pod. But now, I guess I was taking a cue from her. Kelly usually had a big fling before she took on a new client or worked on a new campaign. Maybe I could do the same thing. The broad, handsome man sitting before me leaned back and laughed, his voice throaty and rich. He must have been at least six foot three, maybe taller. Even a curvy girl like me could feel small in the presence of a man like this.

  “I’m just that classy, baby. Really, I am. What’s a beautiful woman like you doing in a place like this?” He looked around, the gossip still drifting around us even as the sun began to set. “Picking up gossip about the big campaign? Think Hillary is in it to win it?”

  “Oh I do. But I’m more interested in the senate race at the moment. I hear there’s an Independent candidate from Virginia popping in at the last second to defeat Janice Howell.” He laughed and took a long sip of his drink.

  “Oh yeah? I heard something about that too.” The man’s eyes were sad and far away, as if thinking back to a time long passed. “Well, he’s a nutter if I ever heard of one. That woman is impossible to defeat, and she’s not going to let him win, even if she takes the whole ship down along with her.”

  “That’s not what I hear.” I took another sip of my drink, wondering exactly what this man knew about the candidate I’d be working for. Or what his beef with Janice Howell might be. Perhaps he was just
another unhappy Democrat who lived on the Virginia side of the DMV. Janice had been doing plenty to screw up his state ever since she’d cut her teeth in the state Senate years ago. “I hear he’s got an unlimited well of funds, and he’s going to knock her socks off with his... bravado and charm.” I smiled. I hoped I was right. That was the kind of candidate I wanted to work for anyway. Maybe when I actually met him, he might rise to the occasion. But for right now, Blue Eyes was rocking my world just with one glance. And I could enjoy the moment. Admiration was good for a girl’s ego, and I needed my ego if I was going to make this campaign work.

  “Bravado and charm, huh? Well, he’ll need plenty of that if he’s going to tango with Janice.” He sipped his drink again, then looked over to me. A jolt of excitement ran straight through to my core. He had called me beautiful, and he kept looking at me in that way, the way a man does when he wants you more than anything else he’s ever seen. Kelly was falling in and out of love all the time, but I never had much time for anything like that. The dating, the drama, all the crap... I could take it or leave it. And most of the time I left it. In my life, men hadn’t been worth the hassle. “What might be a more interesting topic of conversation? Maybe, tell me what you do. Or something that you love.”