Despite it all, the public had come to see him as an asset in a political climate that
had become hostile toward anything deemed disingenuous, the deciding factor in
their desires to have him ascend to the second-highest position in American politics,
with a strong case for a seat in the Oval Office within the next decade.
Now, with an energized voting bloc looking to him for that leadership along with
his running mate, he realized he needed to remain calm, even in this time of personal
crisis. Any sign, any inclination of weakness, could be devastating and could be used
by the other Republicans to destroy his image, especially considering the current
administration’s penchant for using any weakness as a bullying point of focus.
Remaining calm, even in the face of difficult, off-the-cuff questions, was paramount.
He also needed to figure out who would use his wife as a political pawn. He wanted to
fight, but he also needed to be discretionary during his counteroffensive.
“Excuse me, my Sir? Please forgive me for intruding, is this a bad time?”
He flinched as he was shaken from his thoughts. Lea peeked in through the door
to look in on him, a bit hesitant to enter. He motioned for her to come into the room,
recognizing the tentative tilt in her body language. “What’s the matter? You normally
don’t interrupt at this hour…at least, not with business, anyway.”
Lea had been with Senator Warren since his first term in office. She was a fresh-
faced aide, recently graduated from college; Magna Cum Laude of her class. She’d been
enamored with him from the moment he stepped onto Hampton University’s campus,
delivering what she could only surmise as a passionate commencement address at
his alma mater. She was convinced; he was the one she believed in, and she would do
whatever it took to assist him in any way he deemed fit. She managed to find a way to
secure an audience with him during the dinner reserved for the honored graduates,
and…well, the rest was history.
Over the years, that admiration took on a sensual turn and, despite their desires to
try to keep the relationship on the professional, the lines blurred as the familiarity bred
a bond that neither of them were prepared for. Her submissive nature and her intense
desire to serve him organically turned a platonic relationship into something much
deeper. For a brief time, their roles merged, as she became his property in addition
to being his subordinate, before Kianna entered into the picture and changed both of
their worlds.
Lea approached, slowly dropping to her knees, the tone of her Dominant’s voice
placing her in the proper headspace. She barely spoke above a whisper as she explained
the reasoning for her intrusion. “My Sir, some members of the press are here, they
want to interview you in advance of the New Jersey primary. Should I send them
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