fantastic
night, but was it worth going back? Could she really face herself
in the morning fucking a man whose principles she had always stood
against? And was she ready to push her career to one side to be in
a relationship?
She put her
hand on the ignition and rolled her eyes. She needed to go home,
have a glass of wine and relax. She was about to turn the ignition
key when there was a knock at the window. It was too misted up to
see, so she wound the window down to find a familiar spectacled
face looking in at her.
“You!” she
gasped as Nick’s face cracked a grin.
“Me,” he said.
“I thought it must be you… No one else’s hair is such a beautiful
shade of red.”
“Stop trying to
get into my pants,” she snorted, blushing. “What are you doing
here?”
“The campaign’s
over, so I’ve come out for some fresh air. This is a nice area,
don’t you think?”
“It’s alright,”
she shrugged. Though Nick held an umbrella, some rain was
splattering into her car. “It’s raining in,” she said.
“So it is,” he
replied. “Do you want to get a drink?”
“I’m on duty,”
she said half-heartedly.
“Well, perhaps
a cup of hot chocolate?” he asked. Jaycie sighed. She knew she was
going even before he finished speaking.
“I said it
before, but you really are wasted there, you know,” he said,
handing her the steaming mug of chocolate and cream.
“I like it,”
she insisted. “It’s what I’ve always believed in, the New
Party.”
“I don’t mean
that,” Nick said. “I may be a politician, but I don’t really care
much for politics. It’s a career – just something to do to earn
money, and get a little famous… And I don’t even need the money, to
be honest.”
“I didn’t think
you could buy this place on a politician’s salary,” she admitted.
“Are you rich or something?”
“Yes,” he
replied simply. “Old Party, old money, isn’t that what they
say?”
“Well, as
someone who lives in a one bedroom pad, I have to say you’re not
endearing yourself to me,” Jaycie said, sipping her drink. She felt
justified in being rude to him – if he went off her, she wouldn’t
regret never seeing him again, would she?
“Sorry,” said
Nick. “I just don’t see the point in lying to you.”
“I don’t like
the truth, but I do prefer it to lies,” she admitted. “Thanks for
asking me back.”
“No problem. I
figured you ran away a little too quickly before.”
“I was…
embarrassed,” Jaycie said. “It was like… fraternising with the
enemy!”
“I’m not the
enemy,” Nick said gently. He sat a little closer to the young woman
and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Jaycie put her cup
down. Time for the acid test.
“I liked it,”
she said. “Being with you. But can I keep just coming here for a
fuck and then leaving? It doesn’t seem right.”
“Well I’m not
looking for anything serious,” Nick said softly. “I’m not looking
for a wife, and I didn’t think you were looking for anything
either?”
“I’m not
marriage material,” Jaycie said, “but I don’t know what I want any
more! A man or a career! I can’t have both… I’m just looking for
someone to talk to, I guess.”
“But I am
looking for an intelligent person. And you just happened to be
incredibly sexy and beautiful at the same time,” he smiled.
“What?”
“I own the
house next door,” Nick said. “And I need a financial assistant. Are
you interested? Free rent and no… pressure?” he said, holding his
hands up.
“Live next
door?” Jaycie baulked. “And… work for you?”
“Paid, of
course,” Nick said. “And if you never wanted to… be with me again,
that’d be fine. I admire your beautiful brain as well as your
beautiful body. Of course, if you changed your mind,” he smiled,
letting the sentence hang in the air.
Jaycie took a
deep breath and leaned forward to kiss the man. He responded
instantly, running his hands through her strawberry