Loving the Candidate (Capitol Affairs #2) Read Online Free

apocalypse.”
    Not wanting to get into the nightmare of my current situation, I made my way to my office and shut the door without answering him. I loved the solitude of my office. Pictures of Alex and me lined my desk along with pictures of my brother and sisters. Behind me on my bookshelf full of law books, I had the one picture of my mom, Deidre. She was about nineteen, standing in front of the trailer, smoking a cigarette and still looking beautiful. She wore a bikini top and cut-off jean shorts with converse tennis shoes. I had no idea who took the picture, though I remember finding it in the trailer, and hiding it. The ravages of drug use and prostitution had not yet destroyed her looks, and she still looked young and vibrant. The picture kept me grounded, and reminded me of where I came from, how hard I’d worked. It was one of the few things I’d kept from my childhood.
    I peeked out through my window by the door, and I saw Thomas with his head down. He pouted and looked sullen since I hadn’t spoken to him. Most mornings he’d come into my office and we’d have a cup of coffee together, and he’d tell me something he’d heard running through the office or a new sex position he and Bruce tried. I turned on my phone and sent him a text to ease his mind and tell him I wasn’t mad at him.
    “ Stop pouting. Lunch? My treat in my office at noon?”
    I looked out again, and he pushed back his chair and smiled at me. He was so predictable.
    “If it’s Thai.” He responded.
    “ Fine, you spoiled queen. Get your work done, or you’re fired. ”
    He pushed back his chair and proceeded to flip me off. Knowing this could go on all day I ignored him and got to work. By lunchtime, he was his usual, chatty self as we ate Thai with chopsticks.
    “Looks like the love shack is being invaded.” He laughed.
    “It’s not funny, Thomas. It’s a nightmare. There should be laws against reporters camping out at someone’s house all the time.” I poured soy sauce on my Pad Thai, the one dish I liked from this particular restaurant.
    “You’re the wife of a senator. Have Alex push for a bill or something. How’s he holding up, anyway?”
    “Better than I am, but he’s quiet and that’s when I know he’s mad. I wish they would find something else to report on.” I picked at my lunch and threw the rest in the trash. I needed to get back to work, and Thomas would sit in my office all day chatting if I let him.
    “You two should get away. Go to that beach house for a few days. Isn’t that the place where you two do nothing but fuck?” He waggled his eyebrows.
    I rolled my eyes at him and thought about it. We had not been back there since Alex asked me to marry him. I didn’t want to let Thomas know, but that was a perfect idea.
     
     
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    Mark picked me up around seven and we fought our way down the road and to my driveway. I was anxious to see Alex and get inside the solitude of my home. I walked into the house, heard him in the kitchen, and smelled the wonderful aroma of garlic. He liked to either cook or have sex when he was stressed. I would either find him in the bedroom waiting for me or at the oven cooking a gourmet dinner. Unfortunately, tonight he was cooking. I planned to change that.
    “Hey, beautiful. How was your day? Are you hungry?” he asked, but didn’t turn around. I was hungry for him, as he stood at the stove in his ripped jeans and tight-fitting T-shirt. I put my purse and briefcase down and wrapped my arms around him. His ass looked so perfect and bitable in those worn-out jeans. It made me forget about the last few days and all the work I had to do.
    “You’re turning me on, Alex.” Closing my eyes, I nuzzled my face against his back and breathed in his scent. The scent of him just out of the shower was as good as his all day scent. I slipped my hands under the front of his shirt, touching the softness of his skin.
    “Is that a fact? How? I’m making dinner.” He turned to