What is she thinking? Jesse wanted to take her home, to talk to her away from her job, away from all the distractions. His arms ticked, needing to wra... around her and pull her close to him. To smell her hair and wander the delicate curves of her young body. He rested his hands in his lap.“Hope none of what she said was a deal breaker.”“For what?”“For everything I want you to do to me.” A smile flickered over her lips before she stowed it behind her teeth.Fuck. Clearing his throat, his hands. " "You mean, like, you and me, attracted like, well, like, sexually?" There would be no mistake as I pushed my hand up onto the bulge I knew was in his pants. "Yes, son, like sexually," I told him softly as I rubbed up and down. He just sat there. I really think I'd caught him off-guard, then his hand reached out as it went palm-down onto my breast and squeezed lightly. "I don't know exactly where this will eventually lead but, tonight, I hope it leads us to my bedroom." "Yeah, I think I do. .. I think that he didn’t act alone. Some ... very high-ranking Wall Street mogul types, the financial barons, the captains of industry, a lot of them got scared when they heard that you plan to make POTUS your puppet instead of theirs. That’s reason enough for them to insist on it, even if nothing else was amiss. They like being in control from the shadows, grey eminences who can dominate our political system and play with politicians like marionettes,” Agent Dunbar had the decency to. I may never know she is 60 now and so one day I ask her if bobby was the only one she screwed and a yes are no answer is all I wanted. She walked off to bathroom and again asks her and she turned around in a very loud and angry voice and said yes. I told her I got an email form a gut who said they had a relationship and she looked off thinking I could tell and then answered no. I left it alone and went about my business but later that night she never mention what I ask nor was she mad but.