Erotic Romance in the Afternoon (Erotica in the Afternoon Series) by Zane Kiera

Author:Zane, Kiera [Zane, Kiera]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Global Grafx Press
Published: 2013-05-20T21:00:00+00:00

He smiles and we kiss, then cross the street hand-in-hand while Dragunov’s hateful stare burns holes into the backs of our heads.

Chapter Eight: I Love You?"Nothing inspires forgiveness quite like revenge." – Scott Adams

I’m carrying an armful of photocopies across the bullpen when Jon says, “Lexy, drop what you’re doing and come with me.”

Taking the time to set the photocopies down on Deloris’ desk, I turn to Jon. “What’s up?”

“No time, Tige’s waiting in the limo.”

Moments later we are in the back of the limo, Tige looking at me through the rearview mirror. He smiles, I’m not sure why.

And that’s all I’m not sure about.

“What is all this, Jon? Where are we going?”

“It is a little surprise, I think you’ve earned it.” I like

We cruise down the streets, stately statues and monuments rising up near and far, as though the city were a garden of stone.

One building, iconic even in this museum of icons, stands out to my left, large as we turn the corner and drive slowly up to it.

The White House.

My stomach rolls under my nervous lungs, air suddenly hard to extract. I look at Jon, who wears a pleasant smile. My instinct is to be afraid, that I’ve been discovered and now I’m being taken before the King himself to be dispatched at his pleasure.

But everything else in my body tells me otherwise; my reasoning brain knows that if Jon thought I was a Soviet spy, he’d hardly risk his own career bringing me into the White House, much less would he risk the security of the entire nation.

After passing through the various checkpoints, but in and out of the car, we step into the hallowed halls of the great building itself. Portraits of dead, great men stare down from the walls, immobile in their stately grandeur. Dark-suited men stare me down as we pass down one hall and then another, finally arriving at the reception area of the Oval Office.

We wait.

The door opens.

My heart stops beating as President John Fitzgerald Kennedy comes striding out of the Oval Office, his hand outstretched to Jon, a smile on his face. “Jon, thanks for coming,” the president says with remarkable informality.

Then he looks at me and smiles.

Jon says, “Mr. President, my personal assistant, Aleksandra Tomanek.” I smile demurely and let the great man take my hand, gently shaking it as Jon says to me, “Aleksandra, this is -- ”

“There’s no need for an introduction,” I say with a nervous rattle in my voice, redirecting my attention toward President Kennedy, still holding my hand. He’s even more handsome than on television, his smiling eyes so welcoming, his brown hair just slightly rumpled over his strong brown. “What an honor it is to meet you, Mr. President. I had no idea that... I’m just so humbled and honored, sir. I’m sorry if I’m blathering, which I guess I am. And listen to me, I can’t stop!”

Jon and the President both chuckle. President Kennedy says to me, “That’s quite all right, Miss Tomanek, it’s the place, has that effect on a lot of people.

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