Page 102 of Dirty Politics


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Her heart raced. She looked toward the door.

“Representative Ray, you seem to have gotten the wrong idea,” she said, standing up quickly.

“Have I?” he said. “Where did I go wrong? You’re always looking at me with those fuck-me eyes. Didn’t you wear that tight skirt today just for me?”

She scoffed and stepped toward the door.

He stepped in front of her.

“I’m leaving,” she said.

He stepped closer - so close his body was touching hers. The hairs on her arms stood up. He reached out and tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. She shuttered.

“I know you want it,” he whispered. She recoiled as she felt his hot breath on her face. “I could tell from the day I met you. You’re always flirting with me.”

She stayed silent.

“I know about your arrangement with Sterling - that’s all I want,” he said.

“You don’t know anything,” she said, her voice lower than normal.

“I know you stayed together during the Political Action Conference,” he said. “It seems you like to fuck men in power.”

Her mind raced as she looked around the room.

“I bet you like it rough,” he said, putting his hand behind her neck.

“Don’t touch me,” she said. “I’ll scream.”

“No one will hear you,” he said. “It’s after hours. No one is here.”

She pushed him with all her might, but he was too strong. He smashed his lips against hers, forcing his tongue into her mouth. She wrestled and pleaded for him to stop.

He bit her lip; she tasted blood.

“So, you do like it rough? I figured. You seem like the type,” he said, grabbing her wrists so hard she was afraid he might break them.

“You won’t get away with this,” she said, struggling to free herself.

“I’m sure I will,” he said. He pushed her against his bookcase and wrapped his hands around her neck until she couldn’t breathe.

“Just admit you want this,” he said in her ear.

Her vision started to blur, and her extremities tingled.

This was it. She knew she couldn’t fight him. She allowed her body to go limp.

Her mind was slipping out of consciousness when she heard a knock at the door. Could it be? No. Everyone has gone home. She must have imagined it.

There it was again - louder than before. She definitely heard it this time, and so did Byron because he released his grip around her neck for a moment and turned toward the door. Without hesitation, Liv kneed him as hard as she could in the crotch.

“Bitch,” he groaned and doubled over.

He grabbed at her once more, but she raked him across the face with her nails.

“You’ll regret this,” he seethed.

She raced out the door - nearly tackling the page who had been knocking. As she ran, she kept looking back over her shoulder. She quickly pulled her shoes off and held them as she ran. She didn’t stop until she was on the other side of the building. Only then did she realize she was beside Will’s office. She darted inside and shut the door.

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