Say Yes, Senator

I had met many people who found politics tedious and couldn’t understand the rush I felt when I thought about creating laws, bills, and other regulations, but then again, only the people with a true passion for politics could understand how fascinating and thrilling it could be. Working here helped me unleash my passion and do what I knew best.

Last night, I went out for dinner with Sierra and after that we went to a bar. I finally told her about Merritt and my decision to stop seeing him, and she agreed that it was for the best.

“He’s hot and all, but you worked so hard to lose everything just because of a guy. Besides, you don’t know if he’s serious about you or not. What if he’s just having fun until he dumps you and goes on with his life?”

“Wow, Sierra. You’re brutally honest.”

She shrugged her shoulders. “But that’s the truth.”

“Yeah. That’s why I won’t see him again.”

Sierra wanted us to drink to being single and free, and soon one drink turned into many until it was way past midnight.

I resisted rubbing my eyes, so I wouldn’t smear my makeup and yawned again. Today was going to be rough. I was already feeling like a zombie.

I entered my office and continued toward my desk, thinking how I should try to take a nap during lunch time, when I sensed someone in the office, and I gasped. There wasn’t supposed to be anyone here at this time…

My gaze met Merritt’s and my heart went haywire. “You scared me.”

I pressed my hand over my heart, surprised to see him waiting for me in my office. What was he doing here?

He smirked and moved toward me. “Sorry about that. It’s good to see you.”

My body responded to his presence, warmth surging through me. He was clean-shaven, his hair stylishly slicked back, and the scent of his cologne engulfed me. He was strikingly handsome. As usual.

Even though I had made a decision to stay away from him, I couldn’t help but get attracted to him. This wasn’t good at all.

“Merritt, what are you doing here?”

He raised the cup of coffee in his hand, drawing my attention to it. “I brought you a coffee.”

I took a step back. Now this was even more surprising. I was blushing, embarrassed by his semi grand gesture. He had actually come to see me and brought me a cup of coffee. Who would have thought?

“You brought me a coffee? You came here to bring me a coffee?”

“No. I didn’t come here only because of that.”

He left the cup on my desk and stopped right in front of me, messing with my breathing and my mind. He looked too good, and I felt the need to run my fingers over his cheek and angular jaw. I curled my hand into a fist so I wouldn’t actually do that.

He surprised me when he touched my cheek and lowered his head. I could feel his breath tickling my lips, and for a moment I was dazed. For a moment, I imagined erasing the last inches of the distance between us and kissing those sexy lips.

“I came here because I wanted to see you, Camilla. I missed you. I missed you so goddamned much.”

I let out a breath I had been holding and bit into my lower lip, my insides stirring with desire. He was so close and all I could think about was pressing my lips on his and losing myself in him. This reminded me of the moment we shared in the closet when he looked at me with his tender eyes that spoke volumes of his feelings.

He brought his hand to my neck and wrapped his fingers around it. I was sure he could feel my erratic pulse. He inclined his head toward me, about to kiss me, and for a moment, I was inching closer to him too.

But then my voice of reason finally managed to push through the fog of lust. This was wrong. We couldn’t be kissing here. Not now.

I pushed him away. My body, a traitor, wasn’t happy with this at all.

“No. We can’t do this now. You have to go now.”

He frowned. “Why?”

I glanced at the door, knowing it was only a matter of time before someone came inside and saw us like this. I would be faced with countless rumors by lunch, and then no one would believe me there wasn’t anything between Merritt and me.

I rushed him out of the office.