Madame President - Tara Sue Me Page 0,28

be returning, I convinced myself Anna didn’t want to hear from me, and if I’m being completely honest, I had more important things to deal with. I couldn’t worry about a girl, I had my family to think about. I realize now how wrong that was, especially when Anna was so much more than a hook-up. But it happened and I did what I did.

I’m sure it’s written somewhere how inappropriate it is to tell the president to fuck herself, and I’m positive George would fire me if he knew, but at the moment I don’t care. Anna clearly wasn’t expecting my reaction, and it appears it shocked her so much she’s speechless.

I, however, am not. “Yes,” I say, stepping into her personal space and stopping when she lifts her hand. We’re so close I see the vein pulse in her neck. Her heart is racing. Good. “I did drop out of law school, but you know nothing about the circumstances. However, I will tell you this, if you want history to remember more about you than just a footnote saying you were the first female to hold your office? You, Madame President, better learn you don’t know everything, nor do you have the right to know everything.”

She’s looking at me and her gaze is just as furious as it was when we were on the plane. The only difference is this time, I’m right there with her. She takes several deep breaths, probably trying to hold back a verbal assault she doesn’t want public. The action causes her chest to move up and down, and it’s much too easy to imagine it doing the same, except in my vision, we’re both naked.

I clench my fists because if I don’t, I’ll touch her, and if I touch her, I’ll kiss her. And my lips on hers would be the epitome of a bad decision. I take a step back, and cool air rushes between us. Before I do anything stupid, like pull her into my arms, I turn and leave the way I entered. I shouldn’t have bothered her, but I saw her walk out and wanted to make sure she was okay.

The best thing for me to do is to return to the reception where almost everybody is, if for no other reason than to tell Sara, my date, thank you and goodnight. Unfortunately, if I walk in there, I’ll have to talk to people and I’m not in the mood to play nice or to laugh and fake smile. Once I get back in my room, I’ll text Sara a quick note apologizing for leaving without a word, but that I’m not feeling well.

It won’t bother her and she won’t care. Nor will she pout the next time we run into each other. She’s not like that. Which is the only reason I agreed to come as her date in the first place. We’ve known each other forever. Her father was one of the first international heads of state I interviewed. I had been flown to New Zealand by GBNC following an earthquake and our hotel was in his hometown region of Canterbury. The city we stayed in turned out to be one of those places where everyone knows everyone else. Sara and I ran into each other at a local restaurant and we immediately hit it off as friends. We were both in relationships with other people then and by the time both of us were single at the same time, we realized friends were all we could ever be.

I sent her a text once we arrived in London because I knew she often traveled with her father and told her I’d be in attendance. We caught up over lunch earlier in the day and she begged me to come with her tonight.

I’ll admit, knowing it would irritate Anna to see me there, made the decision easier to make. If that makes me an ass, then I’m an ass, because the look on her face when she laid eyes on me was priceless.

I manage to avoid any personal interaction with Anna over the next few days. Obviously, we share the same space most of the time. On a few occasions she’ll walk into our area, mostly to give us updates and answer a few questions. Every time she does, she’s very personable and easy to talk with, and I feel certain by the time we land back in DC, she’ll even have the grumpy old Roberts followers