He took another look at Lana. She leaned forward in her seat, almost at the edge,
hinging on whatever his answer might be. Her eyes were tight as she squinted to focus
on her objective. Her chest rose and fell, pronouncing itself with each breath she took.
Yeah, she’s resisting what her body is telling her, but I know better than that.
He leaned forward, making sure their eyes connected before he spoke again. He
feigned hesitation in his response, but he wanted to lay his own trap, since she tried
to lay one to ensnare him. “I…I refuse to speculate or point fingers at this stage of the
investigation. I would be doing the authorities a disservice in their process.”
“Yes, sir, I understand that, but even the current presidential candidates, including
your running mate, Secretary of State Yeager, seem to be convinced that ISIS is
operating inside the country. As much as the Republican nominee might be fanning
the flames of xenophobia, he can’t be too far off the mark, can he?” Lana was laying it
on thick, trying her best to put Terrell in a very uncomfortable position. She noticed
his discomfort, at least she thought she did, but she dismissed it in order to get the
type of reaction she needed from him. “Are you saying you’re completely rejecting the
possibility?”
“I’m not rejecting any possibilities at all, Ms. Velez. There could be ISIL cells across
the country; however, the question has to be asked: what does my wife’s abduction
have to do with anything going on with ISIL? I don’t think there is any connection. Do
I have enemies? Yes, anyone who has been in politics long enough will develop them.
Right now, all I’m praying for is the safe return of my love. I’ll deal with the details
later.”
His eyes drifted to her legs; visions of those thick gams wrapped around his waist
flooded his mind. He wasn’t supposed to lust like this, but he couldn’t resist the urge to
indulge. All he needed to do was tell his detail to make sure the hallways were cleared
and he wasn’t disturbed for the rest of the night and he would make sure she fulfilled
every debauched command he could imagine.
In the next moment, he simply shut down every thought, every idea that crossed his
mind. He couldn’t betray Kianna. It was one thing to enjoy Lea, since Kianna enjoyed
her, too; she became a bit of a pseudo-girlfriend in addition to being his top aide. He
needed to get a grip on his urges, despite the unconventional nature of his marriage.
Lana stood to shake his hand, doing her best to hide the disappointment on her
face. The last part of his answer seemed to get to her as she smiled up at him. If she was
honest with herself, she would have confessed that she had an ulterior motive when
she explained to her editor that she had information to use to get an interview with
the senator. He was an attractive man, and she had an unhealthy attraction to married
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