Chapter 12 #2
Thirty minutes later we pulled up to the mayor’s place.
Being enclosed in the car with Miss McLean was doing all sorts of things to my senses.
There were a few times I caught myself staring at her as she sat across from me in the back seat.
I wanted to pull her into my lap, pull that gown up, and settle her on my dick, bouncing up and down on my hard steel until she came.
I adjusted myself before the driver opened my door, and I stepped out. If my imagination kept running wild, I would be hard the entire fucking night.
I offered my hand to her. She hesitated, fixing the earwig in her ear, then stared at my outstretched hand. Finally giving in, she gave me her hand, and I helped her out of the car. As soon as she was settled in beside me, the cameras flashed. I put my arm around her waist and leaned into her.
“Don’t jump. Just act normal. They’re going to take pictures all night.” I kissed her temple. She gasped but didn’t pull away from me. “Just smile and stay close to me,” I instructed.
Together we moved toward the front entrance of the mayor’s home, as reporters threw out questions and the paparazzi’s cameras flashed. We stopped occasionally to pose.
“Mr. Smith. Is this your new girlfriend?” a reporter asked, and her body tensed.
Another called, “What’s her name? Is she a model?”
I waved off both questions, then prompted Miss McLean to continue up the steps. When we reached the top, we stopped, posing again for the eager mob.
“Mr. Smith. Is it true you have criminal connections?” A hush came over the crowd as they waited for my answer. I had this question thrown at me enough over the years to know I wasn’t answering it.
“You all have a good night.” I smiled and guided Miss McLean into the foyer.
“You get that question often?”
I nodded, moving her further into the crowd. “Would you like a drink?” I asked. I wouldn’t discuss my criminal dealings. I didn’t know who could be listening.
“I’m on duty.” She pointed to the earwig. “I’m going to check in with the guys. You get one if you want.” She walked away from me, whispering something I couldn’t hear.
I strolled toward the bar, careful to keep my eyes on my surroundings and Miss McLean. She must’ve been satisfied with the security in this place because she wasn’t planted at my hip.
I ordered my drink, then made my rounds. So far, we were able to keep the attempts on my life quiet, but how long my team was going to hide, that remained to be seen.
“Fancy seeing you here.” A familiar voice came from behind me as I was distracted by the split of Miss McLean’s dress.
Turning, I faced a smirking Derrick Collins. “And why wouldn’t I be here?” I took a swig of my drink. My eyes trained on Miss McLean.
He leaned into me as if he was telling me some sort of secret. “She’s got a nice ass, don’t you think?”
I didn’t say anything, but the blood in my veins was running hot. If he said one more thing about Tisha, I would fuck him up right there.
I nodded in the direction of his wife. “Does your wife know about your visits to the hotel out by the airport?”
A sly grin crossed my face as his turned beet red, stuttering in an attempt at denial. “I…I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“That’s not what those pictures I have in my safe say.” I continued to grin. If looks could kill, the one he gave me would have murdered me.
He took a deep breath. “This isn’t over,” he muttered, then stalked toward his wife.
“What was that all about?” Miss McLean asked as she reached me at the bar.
I shook my head. “Nothing, just business.” I downed the rest of my drink, then ordered another from the bartender.
“Didn’t look like nothing to me,” she said, but left it alone. “So, what do you do at these things?”
Giving a curt nod to the bartender, I took my drink, then guided Miss McLean away from the bar and into the crowd. “I schmooze with celebrities and people with money. I network.”
We stopped at the mayor and his wife. I stuck out my hand, grasping his. “Mayor Cummings, how nice to see you again.”
“Good of you to come, Steven.” He smiled. “I wasn’t sure I would see you tonight.”
All of this was bullshit, but I played along. “I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.” I smiled back.
“And who is this lovely creature?” he asked, taking Miss McLean’s hand in his and bringing it to his lips.
Her smile was tight, but she didn’t pull away as his lips touched her skin. And this bizarre need to punch the fuck out of the mayor took hold of me. I took a few breaths to calm myself.
“This is my date, Miss McLean. Miss McLean, this is Mayor Cummings.”
To her credit, she smiled sweetly and batted her eyelashes. “Nice to meet you.” She faced me. “Honey, would you like to dance?”
I smiled at her, then faced the mayor. “If you’ll excuse us, Mayor.” He nodded, and I led Miss McLean to the dance floor, giving my glass to a passing server.
My luck, a slow song was playing. I pulled her close to me, my hands wrapped tightly around her waist. She felt so good. Her skin soft to the touch; my hands roamed the opening in the back of her dress as a shudder ran through her body.
I pulled the earwig from her ear so no one heard our conversation. “Do you have any idea how much I want to fuck you right now?” My fingers dug into her ample hips as I pulled her against my erection. The moan that escaped her lips was like music to my ears.
“I can’t,” she whispered, trying to pull away from me.
The music died down, so I let her go, turning my attention to the mayor standing on the stairs overlooking everyone as he tapped a spoon against his glass.
I discreetly adjusted myself as Miss McLean put the earwig back in her ear and began whispering.
She stirred something in me I couldn’t explain that no other woman had ever stirred before. I was eager to explore the feeling. If only I could get her to see one night with me would change her life.