AllFreeNovel
Share Us
"No, she's not. She just - "
"Everyone reads that damned gossip rag, and people believe what they read."
"Todd, this is going to blow over and - "
"It's not going to blow over. Did you hear the editorial on WTE this morning? It was about who our next president is going to be. You were at the bottom of the list. Leslie Stewart is out to get you. You must stop her. What's the line - 'hell hath no fury...'?"
"There's another adage, Todd, about freedom of the press. There's nothing we can do about this."
Senator Davis looked at Oliver speculatively. "But there is."
"What are you talking about?"
"Sit down." The two men sat. "The woman is obviously still in love with you, Oliver. This is her way of punishing you for what you did to her. Never argue with someone who buys ink by the ton. My advice is to make peace."
"How do I do that?"
Senator Davis looked at Oliver's groin. "Use your head."
"Wait a minute, Todd! Are you suggesting that I - ?"
"What I'm suggesting is that you cool her down. Let her know that you're sorry. I'm telling you she still loves you. If she didn't, she wouldn't be doing this."
"What exactly do you expect me to do?"
"Charm her, my boy. You did it once, you can do it again. You've got to win her over. You're having a State Department dinner here Friday evening. Invite her. You must persuade her to stop what she's doing."
"I don't know how I can - "
"I don't care how you do it. Perhaps you could take her away somewhere, where you can have a quiet chat. I have a country house in Virginia. It's very private. I'm going to Florida for the weekend, and I've arranged for Jan to go with me." He took out a slip of paper and some keys and handed them to Oliver. "Here are the directions and the keys to the house."
Oliver was staring at him. "Jesus! You had this all planned? What if Leslie won't - what if she's not interested? If she refuses to go?"
Senator Davis rose. "She's interested. She'll go. I'll see you Monday, Oliver. Good luck."
Oliver sat there for a long time. And he thought: No. I can't do this to her again. I won't.
That evening as they were getting dressed for dinner, Jan said, "Oliver, Father asked me to go to Florida with him for the weekend. He's getting some kind of award, and I think he wants to show off the president's wife. Would you mind very much if I went? I know there's a State Department dinner here Friday, so if you want me to stay..."
"No, no. You go ahead. I'll miss you." And I am going to miss her, he thought. As soon as I solve this problem with Leslie, I'm going to start spending more time with Jan.
Leslie was on the telephone when her secretary came hurrying in. "Miss Stewart - "
"Can't you see I'm - "
"President Russell is on line three."
Leslie looked at her a moment, then smiled. "Right." She said into the phone, "I'll call you back."
She pressed the button on line three. "Hello."
"Leslie?"
"Hello, Oliver. Or should I call you Mr. President?"
"You can call me anything you like." He added lightly, "And have." There was a silence. "Leslie, I want to see you."
"Are you sure this is a good idea?"
"I'm very sure."
"You're the president. I can't say no to you, can I?"
"Not if you're a patriotic American. There's a State Department dinner at the White House Friday night. Please come."
"What time?"
"Eight o'clock."
"All right. I'll be there."
She looked stunning in a long, clinging black knit Mandarin-necked St. John gown fastened in front with buttons over-coated in twenty-two-karat gold. There was a revealing fourteen-inch slit on the left side of the dress.
The instant Oliver looked at her, memories came flooding back. "Leslie..."
"Mr. President."
He took her hand, and it was moist. It's a sign, Oliver thought. But of what? Nervousness? Anger? Old memories?
"I'm so glad you came, Leslie."
"Yes. I am, too."
"We'll talk later."
Her smile warmed him. "Yes."
Two tables away from where Oliver was seated was a group of Arab diplomats. One of them, a swarthy man with sharply etched features and dark eyes, seemed to be staring intently at Oliver.
Oliver leaned over to Peter Tager and nodded toward the Arab. "Who's that?"
Tager took a quick look. "Ali al-Fulani. He's the secretary at one of the United Arab Emirates. Why do you ask?"
"No reason." Oliver looked again. The man's eyes were still focused on him.
Oliver spent the evening working the room, making his guests feel comfortable. Sylva was at one table, Leslie at another. It was not until the evening was almost over that Oliver managed to get Leslie alone for a moment.
"We need to talk. I have a lot to tell you. Can we meet somewhere?"
There was the faintest hesitation in her voice. "Oliver, perhaps it would be better if we didn't - "
"I have a house in Manassas, Virginia, about an hour out of Washington. Will you meet me there?"
She looked into his eyes. This time there was no hesitation. "If you want me to."
Oliver described the location of the house. "Tomorrow night at eight?"
Leslie's voice was husky. "I'll be there."
At a National Security Council meeting the following morning, Director of Central Intelligence James Frisch dropped a bombshell.
"Mr. President, we received word this morning that Libya is buying a variety of atomic weapons from Iran and China. There's a strong rumor that they're going to be used to attack Israel. It will take a day or two to get a confirmation."
Lou Werner, the secretary of state, said, "I don't think we should wait. Let's protest now, in the strongest possible terms."
Oliver said to Werner, "See what additional information you can get."
The meeting lasted all morning. From time to time, Oliver found himself thinking about the rendezvous with Leslie. "Charm her, my boy... You've got to win her over."
On Saturday evening, Oliver was in one of the White House staff cars, driven by a trusted Secret Service agent, heading for Manassas, Virginia. He was strongly tempted to cancel the rendezvous, but it was too late. I'm worrying for no reason. She probably won't even show up.
At eight o'clock, Oliver looked out the window and saw Leslie's car pull into the driveway of the senator's house. He watched her get out of the car and move toward the entrance. Oliver opened the front door. The two of them stood there, silently staring at each other, and time disappeared and somehow it was as though they had never been apart.
Oliver was the first to find his voice. "My God! Last night when I saw you...I had almost forgotten how beautiful you are." Oliver took Leslie's hand, and they walked into the living room. "What would you like to drink?"
"I don't need anything. Thank you."
Oliver sat down next to her on the couch. "I have to ask you something, Leslie. Do you hate me?"
She shook her head slowly. "No. I thought I hated you." She smiled wryly. "In a way, I suppose that's the reason for my success."
"I don't understand."
"I wanted to get back at you, Oliver. I bought newspapers and television stations so that I could attack you. You're the only man I've ever loved. And when you - when you deserted me, I - I didn't think I could stand it." She was fighting back tears.
Oliver put his arm around her. "Leslie - " And then his lips were on hers, and they were kissing passionately.
"Oh, my God," she said. "I didn't expect this to happen." And they were in a fierce embrace, and he took her hand and led her into the bedroom. They began undressing each other.
"Hurry, my darling," Leslie said. "Hurry..."
And they were in bed, holding each other, their bodies touching, remembering. Their lovemaking was gentle and fierce, as it had been in the beginning. And this was a new beginning. The two of them lay there, happy, spent.
"It's so funny," Leslie said.
"What?"
"All those terrible things I published about you. I did it to get your attention." She snuggled closer. "And I did, didn't I?"
He grinned. "I'll say."
Leslie sat up and looked at him. "I'm so proud of you, Oliver. The President of the United States."
"I'm trying to be a damn good one. That's what's really important to me. I want to make a difference." Oliver looked at his watch. "I'm afraid I have to get back."
"Of course. I'll let you leave first."
"When am I going to see you again, Leslie?"
"Anytime you want to."
"We're going to have to be careful."
"I know. We will be."
Leslie lay there, dreamily watching Oliver as he dressed.
When Oliver was ready to leave, he leaned over and said, "You're my miracle."
"And you're mine. You always have been."
He kissed her. "I'll call you tomorrow."
Oliver hurried out to the car and was driven back to Washington. The more things change, the more they stay the same, Oliver thought. / have to be careful never to hurt her again. He picked up the car telephone and dialed the number in Florida that Senator Davis had given him.
The senator answered the phone himself. "Hello."
"It's Oliver."
"Where are you?"
"On my way back to Washington. I just called to tell you some good news. We don't have to worry about that problem anymore. Everything is under control."
"I can't tell you how glad I am to hear that." There was a note of deep relief in Senator Davis's voice.
"I knew you would be, Todd."
The following morning, as Oliver was getting dressed, he picked up a copy of the Washington Tribune. On the front page was a photograph of Senator Davis's country home in Manassas. The caption under it read: PRESIDENT RUSSELL'S SECRET LOVE NEST.
