Georgie
“We were supposed to meet over three hours ago!” Max roared the moment he entered my office. I stared at him, shocked by not only his tone but also by his anger.
“I apologize. I told Mallory to call your office and push back our meeting. I was scheduled to give a tour today to a group from New Hampshire. I totally forgot all about it until Jameson reminded me last night.”
“How convenient,” he sneered in reply.
“Giving tours is important to me. I love interacting with the visitors who come to the White House, and today was especially important since those visitors were from my home state.”
“Every day you get a little less involved, Georgie. I thought this was what you wanted. You wanted to be an integral part of education reform in this country. Are you really willing to sacrifice that so you can conduct tours?”
“If that’s the way you’re going to speak to me, then you can just get the fuck out of my office right now.” I hadn’t meant to drop an f-bomb, but I really wasn’t going to let him stand in my office and bully me.
My words shocked Max because the anger drained instantly from his expression. He didn’t expect me to fight back.
“I’m sorry.” Max walked toward me and sat down in one of the chairs in front of my desk. He leaned forward and grabbed my hands. “This divorce has been stressful, and I’m taking it out on you. That’s not fair. I know how much you want to be a part of this effort. I can see the passion in your eyes. I just don’t want you to have to sacrifice what you truly want.”
“I’m not sacrificing anything, Max. I’m capable of balancing my duties with being a part of this effort to change public education.”
“Of course, you are. I didn’t mean to imply that you aren’t,” Max quickly backtracked.
“Well, I do have another bit of unpleasant news.” I pursed my lips and bit the inside of my cheek. “Jameson vetoed the trip to Finland.”
Max sat back in the chair, crossing one leg over the other, and sighed heavily. “Of course, he did. Typical asshole politician.”
“Hey! That asshole nominated you. Jameson was one of the few senators who actually tried to get reform passed, and now that he’s president that is still a priority. So watch what you say because he can easily find someone to replace you.”
“I keep putting my foot in my mouth today. I’m sorry.”
“He did suggest an alternative because he knows this is important to me and he knows these changes need to happen now. Instead of traveling to Finland, we should invite educational leaders from across the country to the White House. We need to listen to them and let them tell us what they need.”
“That’s a fair alternative,” Max agreed with a nod of his head. “But it will take months to plan.”
“So let’s work on putting it together, and then we’ll revisit Finland. You’ve already been there, and we’ve already met with the director general. We both could present what we’ve learned and our initial suggestions.”
“Okay. You win.” Max lifted his hands in mock surrender, and I smiled.
“I always do.”
Max and I spent the next few hours planning. Despite his tendencies to strong-arm me, we made a decent team. Our approach was to divide and conquer; I volunteered to coordinate a number of the items we identified and to work with the White House staff on securing space. Max would work on setting up the programming—who would present and what topics would be discussed.
“Good evening, Mallory,” Jameson’s voice carried into my office, and both Max and I looked at the door that opened moments later. The smile that Jameson had on his face disappeared the moment his eyes landed on Max.
“I’m sorry, Georgie. I didn’t mean to interrupt,” Jameson said, coming into the room fully. His stride was confident as he approached my desk to greet me with a firm kiss. He leaned across me, extending his hand in Max’s direction. “It’s good to see you, Secretary Edison.”
“Likewise, Mr. President.”
“We were just finishing up,” I told him. “Max and I were working on planning the meeting you suggested.”
“I look forward to hearing all about it. Do you mind if I wait while you finish up?” he asked, pointing at the overstuffed sofa on the opposite end of my office.
“Go ahead.” I watched Jameson as he made his way over to the couch, his eyes continually flicking back toward me and Max. I cleared my throat and turned my attention back to Max. “I’ll have Mallory begin working on this list tomorrow.”
“Sure.” Max seemed distracted by Jameson’s presence. He looked over at where Jameson sat and then back down at the notes in his lap.
“If you’ll send me a guest list, then I’ll have Mallory work on the invitations as well.”
“Guest list?”
“Yes. I need a list of leaders from each state and from other organizations, like NEA and American Federation of Teachers. Perhaps even some of the professional organizations for the content areas.”
“Sure. I’ll have my staff compile a list.” Max started to gather his belongings hastily and then he stood. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”
I nodded and smiled even though his behavior was odd. Why would he react so strangely to Jameson?
As soon as the door closed, Jameson said, “Finally. I thought he would never leave.”
I shook my head and rolled my eyes at the childish behavior of both men. “How was your day?”
“Frustrating.”
“Why?” I loved when Jameson confided in me and told me about the politics of his job.
“Because I came to finally live out one of my personal fantasies, only to have my hopes dashed.”
“And what is that fantasy?” He was clearly trying to distract me, and I was going to let him.
Jameson stood slowly, walked towards my office door and locked it with a flick of his fingers. Then he set his gaze on me and stalked back towards me with a devilish gleam in his eyes. He loosened his tie and pulled it free from the collar of his shirt before he removed his suit jacket, which he tossed on the back of the armchair. His large hands made their way to his belt, where he made quick work of unfastening the metal buckle before he deftly pulled the leather strap through the loops and tossed it to the floor. I licked my lips as he neared; he was so close to me now that I could smell the spiciness of his cologne. This was like some kind of private presidential striptease.
“The one where I pleasure the first lady in her office,” he purred.
“Oh,” I replied lamely.
Jameson stood right in front of me now. He used his foot to spread my legs apart before he knelt between them, his hands firm on my thighs. He pushed my skirt up until it bunched around my waist and bent forward to run his nose along the inside of my thigh. He inhaled deeply and moaned. “I love the way you smell.”
His hot mouth covered me unexpectedly as he sucked me through the lace fabric of my panties. I threw my head back and groaned; my hands buried themselves instinctively in his hair, grasping the strands tightly. This was definitely going to be a wild ride.
Jameson pulled his mouth away, replacing it with clever fingers that had every inch of me memorized. He slid them easily underneath the elastic band of my panties and then he groaned appreciatively.
“Mmm, Georgie. You’re dripping wet.” He ran his fingers through my folds, coating them before pushing them deep inside me. “This is mine. It only belongs to me.”
His touch and the heat of his mouth against my skin had me shaking with need. I lightly circled my hips in my chair, pushing his thick fingers deeper inside me.
“Do you want more of this, Georgie?”
“Mmmhmm,” I moaned. I imagined what this must look like—the president on his knees with two fingers buried deep inside the first lady. It was a pretty fucking hot fantasy.
Jameson slowly withdrew his fingers, and my closed eyes popped open. But then I saw his hands working furiously to unbutton and unzip. Jameson was panting heavily with his own need, and I knew we both wanted the same thing.
“Crawl up on the desk, little darling,” Jameson commanded.
I looked at my desk, with its messy stacks of paper, and considered what would happen to it all once I hopped on top of it.
“Fuck, Georgie. This is what you do,” Jameson said, before using his arm to swipe everything right off the desk and onto the floor. “Now get on the damn desk!”
I obeyed his command and leaned back onto the hard surface. Jameson held his thick, hard cock in his hands, stroking the shaft while his thumb grazed my clit as he brushed aside the edge of my panties. He fit his large body between my thighs, spreading my legs even wider, before notching the head of his cock against me.
“Is this what you fantasized about?” I asked breathlessly.
“No, it’s not,” he said before he plunged into me. “It’s so much better.”