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and my questions. She catches her breath and glares at me as she straightens that creamy-colored skirt-suit that her handlers have dressed her up in, like she’s some sort of Senator’s wife. It’s supposed to be formal, and demure, and classy in a restrained, elegant way. 
     
    It’s not supposed to be sexy. It’s not supposed to hug the curve of her hips and her perfect ass in a way that makes me want to tear everything off her but the skirt. Those heels are supposed to be restrained and chic; they’re not supposed to make me want to use them as handles as I drive my cock into her.
     
    I shake my head, clearing the suddenly x-rated slew of thoughts from my mind. It seems there’s a lot about this girl that isn’t supposed to be.
     
    She glares at me. “Perceptive, aren’t you?” She says with a scowl. “And don’t call me that.”
     
    “Call you what?”
     
    “Madison. It’s just Maddie.”
     
    I grin broadly. “What, not a fan of the double presidential reference?”
     
    “What do you think ?”
     
    “I think it’s pretty funny that we’ve got a new President who names her daughter after two former Presidents, that’s what I think.”
     
    She rolls her eyes. “Fine, you’re right, I’m not very happy to see you.”
     
    I laugh. “That’s a shame, you seemed pretty gaga for me before.”
     
    “Uh, definitely not.”
     
    I smile broadly at her, remembering that flirt, that come-hither look, that teasing line. “Maddie, please .” I drape my arm over her shoulder but she quickly shrugs it off and shoots me a dagger look. “Oh c’mon , I think we made some magic happen, don’t you?”
     
    She’s pursing her lips and shaking her head as she glares at me. “Are you making jokes about this? Is this funny to you?”
     
    “Is it not to you?”
     
    “No!” She hisses loudly, darting her eyes around the empty hallway before whirling back at me. “No, it’s horrible , and a scandal, and-”
     
    “See, I sort of like the sound of that, scandal .” I arch my brows at her. “Kinda hot when you say it out loud, huh?”
     
    Her mouth is open as she looks at me like I’ve got three heads, those pretty, perfect pink lips all pouty and open and aghast looking. “You would .”
     
    “Oh, please, you don’t even know me, princess.”
     
    “ Fine with me,” she says, crossing her arms over her chest, sneering at me.
     
    “We could fix that, if you wanted to,” I wink at her, and she blushes bright pink.
     
    “Um, yeah , no thanks.”
     
    “So, explain to me how the first daughter manages to get into a sex club.”
     
    That blush only grows deeper as she quickly drops her eyes from mine and looks at her nails. She turns to glance down the hallway before she shoots me another glare. “Well why were you at a sex club ?” She says tightly and quietly, her cheeks flushing just by saying the words.
     
    “Because I like sex, obviously. Clubs I could take or leave.” 
     
    Madison wrinkles her brow and makes a face. “ Eww? ”
     
    I grin at her, loving the way it just gets that red to flush even deeper across her lightly freckled cheeks. I’ve been formally introduced to this girl for all of twelve minutes, and it’s taken about half that time to know that there is something seriously wrong with the narrative of her being in a place like that pretty much ever.
     
    It occurs to me how bizarre of a meeting this is. Beyond the obvious implications of who we are — in the world and to each other — it’s sort of a strange feeling to be introduced to someone after you’ve been inside of them and after you’ve watched them come. The difference between us though is that I think it’s hilarious, and she clearly feels exactly the opposite.
     
    She shakes her head and tries to push past me, but I stop her with a hand on her arm. “You’re dodging the question.”
     
    “ What question?”
     
    “That night? You , there?” I shrug. “I’m just curious.”
     
    She