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doors, revealing a
miniature bar. “Scotch on the rocks? I’m having one, and I think
you should, too.”
    “I don’t like hard liquor.”
    Rodney ignored this and poured me a brimming
highball from an expensive-looking bottle. “Ms. Rand, if you want
to play with the big boys, the first thing you need to do is to
drink with them.”
    “Call me Jasmine, please.” I took a tiny sip from
the glass and to my surprise, found the strong, yet smooth, liquor
to my liking. “This is very good.”
    “It should be, for eight hundred bucks a bottle. So
tell me, Jasmine, what do you think about Senator Grayle’s latest
indiscretion? I know—as I’m sure you do too—that Senator Grayle is
no stranger to indiscretions. But this is the first time I’m aware
of where he openly broke the law.”
    I took another sip, this time a longer one. The
booze made my throat tingle as it went down, then sent little waves
of warmth through my belly. Little waves of warmth that were
inching their way down towards my nether parts. “It doesn’t matter
what I think of it,” I said. “I’m a PR staffer, not a judge.
My job is to make the whole thing just ‘go away’, so Senator Grayle
can be re-elected.”
    Rodney’s eyebrows raised. “Surely you don’t believe
that’s possible.”
    The man was really getting annoying. “I have to
believe it. Otherwise, I’m out of a job.”
    “Quite a conundrum.” Rodney sat down across from me
behind the massive desk. “Ms. Rand—“
    “Jasmine, please,” I interrupted.
    He ignored me. “ Ms. Rand , to be perfectly
honest, what happened today is hardly a surprise to me. I often
wondered if my paper would have the opportunity to dish on one of
Senator Grayle’s, shall we say, unique tastes. But he was
far too good at keeping that part of his life under wraps from the
press. I knew about it of course, but nobody at my paper was ever
able to catch him in the act. Not that we haven’t tried, believe
me.”
    My eyes widened; that news surprised even me. From
what I understood, the Beltway Times was only interested in
making Democrats look bad. “I never knew the Times was interested in trashing die-hard Republicans like Senator
Grayle,” I said.
    “These days, the Beltway Times is interested
in anything that will help sell papers,” Rodney replied. “It’s a
very tough business now, much tougher than it used to be. And
Senator Grayle’s private life was ripe for the picking. It was only
a matter of time before he made a mistake like this.” Rodney leaned
back in his chair and thoughtfully examined his fingernails. “At
some point, I suppose even a connoisseur like Grayle can get bored
with the kinkiest, most expensive sex-for-hire Washington has to
offer. The only reason I can think of why he’d take such a risk is
for the thrill of it.”
    “What do you mean?”
    Rodney rolled his eyes, as if I should have known
what he meant already. “Maybe this is news to you, Ms. Rand, but
your boss Senator Grayle is a total sex fiend. Into all sorts of
kinky things, from what I understand. Though cheap male hustlers in
Rock Creek Park is slumming it for him. He’s always preferred
exclusive private sex clubs and the high-class bondage scene in the
past.”
    My eyes flew wide. I knew my boss was a sleazebag in
the bedroom department, sure. But I’d never have pegged him for sex
clubs and bondage. I always thought Grayle kept his tastes confined
to the three elegant mistresses he had shacked up in fancy condos
over in Georgetown. “How do you know all of this?”
    Rodney swallowed his drink in one gulp and smirked.
“I make it my business to know everything that happens in this
town. Plus, Grayle and I run in some of the same, shall we say,
circles.”
    I should have been disgusted by that, but instead I
felt more blood flowing to my nether parts. “I see.”
    “I suppose you’re wondering what it would take for
me to help you,” Rodney said. “I don’t generally do anything