elevator and rode to an upper floor. He stopped outside the door to an apartment, glancing quickly up and down the hallway before wrapping his knuckles on the door.
A moment passed.
Then the door swung open.
Standing before him, a striking brunette flashed a radiant smile displaying white, straight teeth as locks of dark brown curly hair fell lightly on her shoulders, framing the delicate features of her face. Her low-cut silk blouse revealed abundant cleavage, and a short skirt clung tightly to her firm backside and shapely legs.
“Hey, stranger!” she beamed.
Ward stepped quickly inside, pressing his mouth firmly against hers. His hands moved immediately below her waist. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He drew back to get a better look at her.
“You’re gorgeous,” he gushed.
Her voice was playful.
“Happy to see me?”
He grinned and moved past her to the sofa.
“How about a drink, Tiffany?”
“I’ve got a bottle of champagne in the fridge.” She went into the kitchen and opened it.
“Perfect, we’ll celebrate.”
“What’s the occasion?” she asked, curious.
“Something really big, huge. It’s going to change our lives.”
She sat next to him on the sofa, a glass of champagne in each hand.
“This is intriguing.”
He filled her in on the details of the covert operation involving the U.S. Senate. Unknown to either of them, their conversation was being videotaped by one of several cameras discreetly planted inside ventilation grills within the apartment. Six blocks away, in a hotel room, Boris monitored every movement, every word spoken.
Tiffany stroked Ward’s thigh with her fingers, her nubile body rubbing against him. Fantasies of stealing away to the tropics with his mistress raced through his mind. At this moment, he could think of nothing more appealing. He adored her.
She began life on the mean streets of inner-city Detroit. Drawn to the excitement and power of Washington, D.C., she applied—and was quickly accepted—as one of Ward’s interns. He taught her the ropes, placing her in touch with his considerable connections around town.
Tiffany eventually became a lobbyist with ten years of experience under her belt. The Senator felt a sense of pride: he had played a big part in her swift rise to the top. A natural, she played the game better than anyone, though her moral compass had been misplaced somewhere along the way. It had been gradual, but money and power soon changed her. Behind Tiffany’s beauty and sensuality lurked a different person.
Ruthless. Hard as nails. Just like the Senator.
Feeling the champagne, he began to paw at her blouse, groping her. With the bottle emptied, the unlikely pair scampered into the bedroom. In no time, their clothing was shed and scattered on the floor. Both of them on the bed, Tiffany reached down and scooped up his belt and necktie, then lashed his wrists to her bedposts. Slithering on top of him, she was like a wild cat.
He pleaded with her.
“Take it easy. You’ll give me a heart attack.”
“I can’t think of a better way to go, can you?”
He tasted her in every place, and she performed acts on his wish list.
“Your lips. The way you use them.” His voice was spasmodic. “You’re amazing.”
The fun and games continued into late morning, and Ward eventually exhausted himself. Completely naked, Tiffany bounced into the kitchen, searching for food.
Close by in the hotel, Boris stared at his computer screen. He leered at her body, lewd fantasies running through his mind.
Turning to his duties he prepared a detailed report for the Deacon. The task complete, he began imagining the things he would do to her.
When the time comes.
CHAPTER 16
J ames entered the living room of the townhouse in Georgetown and found Kate asleep on the sofa, her face aglow in yellow rays of sunlight coming through a bay window. He leaned in and gently planted a kiss on her cheek. Her eyes opened and when she sat up he settled
A moment passed.
Then the door swung open.
Standing before him, a striking brunette flashed a radiant smile displaying white, straight teeth as locks of dark brown curly hair fell lightly on her shoulders, framing the delicate features of her face. Her low-cut silk blouse revealed abundant cleavage, and a short skirt clung tightly to her firm backside and shapely legs.
“Hey, stranger!” she beamed.
Ward stepped quickly inside, pressing his mouth firmly against hers. His hands moved immediately below her waist. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He drew back to get a better look at her.
“You’re gorgeous,” he gushed.
Her voice was playful.
“Happy to see me?”
He grinned and moved past her to the sofa.
“How about a drink, Tiffany?”
“I’ve got a bottle of champagne in the fridge.” She went into the kitchen and opened it.
“Perfect, we’ll celebrate.”
“What’s the occasion?” she asked, curious.
“Something really big, huge. It’s going to change our lives.”
She sat next to him on the sofa, a glass of champagne in each hand.
“This is intriguing.”
He filled her in on the details of the covert operation involving the U.S. Senate. Unknown to either of them, their conversation was being videotaped by one of several cameras discreetly planted inside ventilation grills within the apartment. Six blocks away, in a hotel room, Boris monitored every movement, every word spoken.
Tiffany stroked Ward’s thigh with her fingers, her nubile body rubbing against him. Fantasies of stealing away to the tropics with his mistress raced through his mind. At this moment, he could think of nothing more appealing. He adored her.
She began life on the mean streets of inner-city Detroit. Drawn to the excitement and power of Washington, D.C., she applied—and was quickly accepted—as one of Ward’s interns. He taught her the ropes, placing her in touch with his considerable connections around town.
Tiffany eventually became a lobbyist with ten years of experience under her belt. The Senator felt a sense of pride: he had played a big part in her swift rise to the top. A natural, she played the game better than anyone, though her moral compass had been misplaced somewhere along the way. It had been gradual, but money and power soon changed her. Behind Tiffany’s beauty and sensuality lurked a different person.
Ruthless. Hard as nails. Just like the Senator.
Feeling the champagne, he began to paw at her blouse, groping her. With the bottle emptied, the unlikely pair scampered into the bedroom. In no time, their clothing was shed and scattered on the floor. Both of them on the bed, Tiffany reached down and scooped up his belt and necktie, then lashed his wrists to her bedposts. Slithering on top of him, she was like a wild cat.
He pleaded with her.
“Take it easy. You’ll give me a heart attack.”
“I can’t think of a better way to go, can you?”
He tasted her in every place, and she performed acts on his wish list.
“Your lips. The way you use them.” His voice was spasmodic. “You’re amazing.”
The fun and games continued into late morning, and Ward eventually exhausted himself. Completely naked, Tiffany bounced into the kitchen, searching for food.
Close by in the hotel, Boris stared at his computer screen. He leered at her body, lewd fantasies running through his mind.
Turning to his duties he prepared a detailed report for the Deacon. The task complete, he began imagining the things he would do to her.
When the time comes.
CHAPTER 16
J ames entered the living room of the townhouse in Georgetown and found Kate asleep on the sofa, her face aglow in yellow rays of sunlight coming through a bay window. He leaned in and gently planted a kiss on her cheek. Her eyes opened and when she sat up he settled
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