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“Not really, but when he does, it’s always a place like this. And then I use the chance to eat my weight in food that costs more than my electricity bill and gain a few pounds I can’t lose afterward.”
I giggled. “Good to know. I guess I’ll stuff myself too. I can’t lose this opportunity.”
At that my stomach growled, reminding me that I was living off spaghetti and instant noodles these days, trying to save as much money as possible. I couldn’t afford anything more expensive. Not until I finally found a real job.
Just as the waiter poured me red wine, someone sat down next to me, and I turned around to greet them…
My eyes widened when they met his, my heart picking up its pace almost instantly.
It was him! Merritt Dawson!
“Hello,” he said in that sensual voice of his, and just like that night in the bar, my insides warmed.
I remembered my body’s reaction when I saw him for the first time in person. He sat so close to me, the scent of his expensive cologne caressing my nostrils, and all I could think about was that pictures and videos didn’t do him justice. He was much more attractive in the flesh, his dark brown eyes stealing all the breath out of my lungs the moment they connected with mine.
He was tall and muscular but not too much. He wasn’t bulky. He looked like he hit the gym from time to time, which allowed him to have a well-defined torso and arms. The suit he wore that night added to his attractiveness, and I couldn’t help but fantasize about what was inside.
I was attracted to him, that much was clear, but I wasn’t naïve. I knew very well who Merritt Dawson was, aside from being one of the youngest congressmen with stellar achievements in his political career. He showed a promising future, that was for sure.
No, that wasn’t the problem here. The problem was who he was in his private life, and the image wasn’t flattering in the least. He was a playboy, always moving from one girl to another, and the stories of his conquests were becoming almost legendary. It was rumored that he had been involved with several A-list actresses and models.
The bottom line was that he was a trouble.
Oh and he was my brother’s best friend. Carter has made me strictly off limits to his buddies, so why the hell was he here?
As much as I wanted him—yes, I wanted him badly—I didn’t need to complicate my life.
So, I rejected his advances, even thought I had been pretty close to accepting his invitation to go somewhere else, where anything could happen. After all, the man was a walking sex. But I left him in that bar, and that was supposed to be it. I had to admit I’d fantasized about him these days, but I’d never thought I would ever see him again.
However, here he was—staring right at me, as if came here only for me, which was ridiculous. Right?
“What are you doing here?” I whispered, leaning slightly toward him. I noticed the surprised glances other interns cast at him and me.
“I’m a congressman, and I know I shouldn’t be here,” he whispered back to me, his hot breath sending shivers up my spine. “But I found out that you were coming, and I made a point to stop by.”
My pulse, which was already erratic, doubled at his words, and I didn’t know what to say. I grabbed my glass and took a sip of my wine to buy some time. He’d come to see me? Wow. It would be a lie if I said I wasn’t excited that he was giving me his attention in this way. But I was confused since I had expected him to forget about me after that night, not pursue me.
Was he? Pursuing me, I mean.
“I don’t know what to say.”
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
“Senator Dawson. It’s an honor to meet you.” Greg, another intern who was sitting across from us, said before I could even answer him. He made a show of standing up to shake Merritt’s hand, but Merritt couldn’t look any more disinterested in him.
After Greg, everyone else was trying to get his attention, but he had eyes only for me.
“You look good in that suit,” he said into my ear. “I would have a hard time focusing on my work if I had you working next to me.”
“You’re flattering me again.”
But it felt damn good, and my cheeks were bright red. I resisted squirming on my chair, my pussy pulsating with need. What was it about him that made me feel like this? No other man could make me feel needy as he could.
“You deserve every single compliment and much more.”
I sipped my wine, trying to ignore the way other interns looked at us. Did they know? Could they guess that the mighty Merritt Dawson was flirting with me? I was confused myself, unable to fully believe it.
His thigh was almost touching mine, and I was painfully aware of his hand resting on his own leg. The crazy part of me wanted that hand on me, my judgment completely clouded by a sudden rush of lust. Now that I was looking at him under the bright lights of the restaurant, he was even more gorgeous, his dark brown eyes and chiseled jaw even more prominent. And those strong shoulders… Wow.
