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Let's Talk Politics
We reached the end of the hall and stood in front of a large office that had his name on a plaque outside. He held the door open for me and guided me in.
He went and sat behind a large desk and motioned for me to sit in the comfortable-looking chair across from him. He pulled out a pen and paper and put on a pair of glasses that seemed to make him look even sexier somehow.
I tried to fight the fluttering of my stomach and the heat that was growing between my legs.
He leaned toward me, looking at me from above the rim of his glasses and his piercing, green eyes peeked out at from underneath his long lashes.
“Now, let's get down to business, shall we?” he said a smile filling his gorgeous face.
I couldn't help but hope he meant a different kind of business. I imagined grabbing his blue-striped tie from across the desk, pressing my lips against his warm, full, inviting ones. I had to stop my fantasy, so I could pay attention to what he was saying.
“So, what exactly are the issues you aren't agreeing with?” he said casually.
This brought me back to earth.
“The issue, sir, is that you're taking away from the education plans of this state to give more money to state government workers.” I said, venom leaking into my words.
“Feisty, are we?” he said with a smirk. “Well, then if this is the problem, let's work out a solution.”
I let out a humph and crossed my arms across my chest. I turned to face away from him, refusing to make eye contact.
“What's the matter?” he said sounding concerned. “I'm sure we can think of something that could work for both of us.”
That helped to melt my resolve. I didn't realize he had gotten up from his chair and was now standing beside my chair. He had knelt down to eye level and was whispering in my ear.
“Isn't there anything that we could come to an agreement on?” his breath tickled my ear and I felt a shudder run through me.
I turned to face him, about to say something back to try and build up my point, but instead found myself staring once again at his lips. His tie was hanging loosely from his suit, begging for me.


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