Say Yes, Senator

My donors were a bunch of small and big corporations and individuals, and it would be in their best interest to get me reelected. The odds were on my side, so all I had to do was to make up my mind about it.

I looked at my associates, donors, and assistants, who were sitting at the conference table with me, and almost made an exasperated sigh. This meeting was dragging on and on. They were making calculations for the campaign, and usually I was all about this stuff, but I hadn’t seen Camilla in a few days, and my mind kept returning to her.

Before, all I needed to do to lose my interest in some girl was to fuck her. So after we got out of that coat closet, I thought I would be able to get her out of my system, especially since I’d already had her more than once. I was sure I was going to continue with my day as I did usually and forget about her despite the strong connection between us that I felt in that closet.

Camilla proved me wrong time and again. I had gone to a bar, knocked back a few, and began to look for someone to spend my night with, but my plan flopped. Sure, they were all sexy, but no one was as beautiful or interesting as Camilla. I had continued to compare her to everyone else without even realizing it. My dick was hard, but not for those chicks that paraded in front of me in their flashy dresses, but for Camilla.

I had returned home that night, jerked off in my shower to the fantasies of Camilla, and went to sleep in hopes of seeing her the next day.

But the next day came and went, and I wasn’t able to see her. I was running from one meeting to another without a breather, and when lunch time came, and I passed her office, she was nowhere to be found.

And then I concluded one thing. I was missing her. I wished I could bump into her again, my pulse always picking up whenever I was near her office. I kept wondering what she was doing or if she was missing me too.

I heard from her boss that she was doing well and that she was showing promise to make progress sooner rather than later, and somehow, I was relieved. For some reason, I cared enough to want her happy and accomplished.

Cared?

“So what do you think, Merritt?” one of my associates asked me, pulling me away from this sudden, quite unexpected revelation.

I snapped my head to look at him, having no clue what he was asking me about. “Sorry?”

“What do you think about Greg’s proposition to organize another fundraising event in two months? It could attract new donors. Announce your plans for reelection then?”

I tapped my fingers on the table, suddenly too restless to stay in place. I wanted this meeting to be over with.

“I’ll think about it,” I responded vaguely, almost counting minutes until the end.

After what seemed like an eternity, we were done with the meeting, and I darted out of the conference room in hopes of seeing Camilla even though her office usually closed an hour ago.

I passed her office and even glanced inside the spacious room, but her desk was empty. There were only a few people left, and I moved away from the door before they noticed me and asked me what I was doing there.

“What the hell are you doing, Merritt? Get a hold of yourself.” I muttered to myself and headed out, annoyed with my own disappointment for not being able to see her aside.

An hour later, I got

some whiskey with Carter. We were sitting in a downtown hotel bar that Carter often visited because it was easy and convenient for him to just meet someone and take them to a hotel room right away. I had been avoiding him for a few days, and he was catching on. But I couldn’t tell him about Camilla, he’d freak out. Probably call their parents and send her back to our small town. Or worse his parents would call mine… Either way it’d be a nightmare. But I couldn’t avoid him forever.

“Have you seen that chick?” he asked me, pointing at the blonde that had passed us as she walked to the bar, rocking her hips in a way that left no doubt that she wanted attention. And she got it because Carter wasn’t the only guy who couldn’t take his eyes off of that ass.

I had to admit, she had a great ass.

“Wanna make a pass at her?” I asked him.

He took a swig of his whiskey. “I don’t know, man. It’s a dead heat between her and that brunette over there.” He pointed at a small woman with a curly hair standing near the bar, currently sitting all by herself and drinking beer.

“I thought redheads were more your thing.”

“Yeah, but I don’t discriminate during desperate times.”

I laughed, shaking my head at him. “Desperate times? How long has it been? Three days?”

“Actually, since last weekend. I’ve been pretty busy, so now I feel like I would do anyone just to scratch that itch.”

I grinned at him. “You’re a horny bastard.”

“Like you’re the one to talk. You can’t live without sex.”

“Yeah, but I’m not obsessed like you.”