is with us, but Bob and Sierra are in the other car and the thought of him anywhere near that turquoise skirt has my blood boiling. The only saving grace is that there is another female client in there with them and I’m sure he is turning on the charm for her.
Upon our arrival at Universal, Sierra immediately begins working with the event staff to get us credentials, check clearance and procure our itineraries for photos with the Presidents. Bob is signed up with Bush 1, Kemp with Bush 2, and Catherine with Clinton. I chose to forego the photo op.
“You’re not going to have your picture taken with one of the Presidents?” Catherine is surprised.
I shake my head and grab a glass of champagne off a passing tray. “Would you like one?” I’m being polite, but I really need to ditch the shadow. Handing Catherine my champagne glass, “Let me go flag a waiter down for another.” And I make my escape.
Wandering toward the secure area, I’m not surprised to see how tight security is with three former Presidents and the current seated President in attendance. In the secured area, I see the Joint Chief of Staff as well as the Secretary of Defense. They’ve really gone all out for this event. Even members of Hollywood’s “A” list are in queue for a photo op.
“Lundström,” a voice bellows from my left.
As I make my way over, that feeling of love and brotherhood floods through me.
“Dawg, look at you in your suit.” A bear hug follows.
“I’m a guest today,” I laugh.
“I’m just a working stiff. POTUS is mine today.” Jeff Garber will always be a brother no matter how many miles or years separate us. Two missions together, one to Afghanistan, the other to Syria and there was never a better wingman. “Smitty’s here too. He’s got Clinton. We’ll get you back there to say hello. Damn, it’s good to see you, bro.”
Jeff’s focus shifts to my left, “Well hello, Ariel.” Garber is a big, good looking guy and when he sets his sights on a pretty lady, he’s known to close the deal.
“Ariel?” she laughs.
I look down and he’s talking to Sierra.
“Yeah, the Little Mermaid.” He points to Sierra’s necklace.
Laughing, “Ah okay.” She finally gets it.
“Sierra, this big lug here is Jeff Garber.” He needs to know she’s with me and I softly touch her shoulder.
“Okay, I see you’ve already got a bodyguard, so I can’t offer my services.”
Sierra looks from Jeff to me, clearly confused by the conversation.
“Jeff and I did two tours overseas together,” I explain.
“You’ve got the best guy here in the world to protect you,” he informs her.
“Oh really.” Sierra looks surprised.
“He’ll keep you safe,” he reassures her.
Sierra looks at me questioningly. I just smile and shrug my shoulders. I know she hasn’t always felt very safe around me, so this really is ironic. With what I’ve been feeling for her being so far out of the safety zone, she probably does need a bodyguard to protect her from what I’d like to do to her.
Looking down at the thin white silk tank, I can’t get the image out of my mind from just a few hours ago of what she looked like in that white ribbed tank and sweats. I wanted to pick her up and walk her back into that room, throw her onto her back on the bed and start sucking and biting those gorgeous nipples right through her tank top before lifting the wet shirt and feasting on them.
I am obsessed with her nipples. I’m an ass man. But I am totally obsessed with Sierra Stones’ nipples and the need to suck them and hear her moan underneath me and to find out how wet that makes her.
“Hey, let’s get you back there to say hello to Smitty.” Garber pulls me from the abyss, which is good, because I’ve already got a semi from that little interlude.
“I haven’t seen him in at least three years,” I comment, trying hard to bring myself fully back from that visual.
Speaking into his right cuff, “Need coverage at four.” A moment later a non-descript man in a dark suit falls in next to Jeff and we’re on the move. Putting a hand lightly on Sierra’s shoulder, I guide her to walk with us. Her look is silently asking me what is going on and I just smile and raise my brows.
“I can’t wait to see the look on his face.” Jeff claps me on the