The President's Wife - Kathy Myme Page 0,33

the way he puts his hands on me will give me a heart attack.

Although a part of my brain screams in revolt at the very idea.

“You really want me to stop doing that?” He raises an eyebrow.

“What the hell does that mean?”

“Your pulse,” he says coolly. “Every time I touch you, I feel it racing.”

My cheeks are bright red. Fuck. What is he trying to do? What does he want from me?

“You make me nervous,” I reply weakly. “You’re the president.”

“I see.” He lets go of my hand. Without his warmth I suddenly feel cold and empty all over, not just in my fingers. “I can see why that would make you nervous.”

He stands up.

“You’re leaving?”

“It’s late,” he says, simply. “It’s been a long day. We should get you to bed.”

I hate the way a part of me curls up inside at that. ‘We should get you to bed’. I know he doesn’t mean it in a dirty way at all. David has made it very clear that he feels nothing for me, or for anyone at all by the sound of it. But there’s a sick part of my mind that wants him to take me back to my suite.

That wants him to offer to escort me to my bed.

That wants him to pin me up against the headboard and use those perfect fingers to make me scream.

God, I wish Trevor would call me back.

“Yeah,” I agree quickly, heading back. “I could do with some sleep.”

David

“There’s been another leak,” Andrews says, sitting down next to me.

We’re outside, sitting in the garden. It’s sunny and quiet and, most importantly of all, far away from prying ears.

“Details about your planned meeting with the Russian ambassador this time.”

I frown. This is getting worse, leaks about international matters could have serious ramifications. The Russians aren’t going to like this, and there’s a chance they’ll call the meeting off.

“Do we know who knew about it?” I ask. “Can we narrow down the potential leaker any further?”

“I’m afraid not,” Andrews replies with a sigh. “There were people from a number of different departments working on this one. Whoever is doing the leaking is being careful, and only dropping information that can’t be linked back to them.”

I nod. They are certainly being extremely careful, whoever they are. I just wish I knew why the leaks were happening. Is it an attempt to bring me down? Is it a personal thing?

“And that’s not all,” Andrews says. “We also received this.”

He hands me the folder he’s been holding it and I open it up. Inside are dozens of photos of Veronica and I. It’s clear that we are arguing in some of them. Shit, the press would have an absolute field day with this.

I look at each one carefully, one at a time. Then, behind them is a copy of Veronica’s application to work as an intern.

Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse. “So the leaker knows about our plan?”

Andrews nods. “It seems like it. Though they didn’t send any blackmail demands through yet, I imagine they will soon enough.”

Blackmail. Fuck.

“What do you think I should do?” I ask.

Andrews sits in silence for a while. “Honestly, I don’t know. Until we know what they want, it’s hard to say. For now, maybe you should just sit tight and let us keep looking into this.”

“Fine,” I say. “I need some time to think if you don’t mind.”

Andrews nods and leaves.

I watch him go, upset. This is bad. I don’t even know if we’ve managed to avoid the whole Veronica scandal yet. I really can’t afford any more drama.

I can feel my control of the situation slipping from my grasp. How can this have gotten so bad? Where did things begin to go so wrong?

That stupid fall. Why did we have to fall? Part of me wishes I could blame Veronica for it all, but I can’t. No matter how much I want to, I know it isn’t her fault. And as much as I know it isn’t mine either, I can’t help but feeling like it is.

I should have been better than this. I should have been smarter. I should have stayed in control.

Now I’m at risk of losing everything. The public. The presidency. Veronica.

I shouldn’t care so much about her. She’s just some intern, another piece in this political game of chess between me and the media. But I do care. Too much.

No, I don’t have feelings for her. Stop it.

Maybe I need to end this