His eyes meet mine through the doorway of his office and he doesn’t change his expression, not one bit.
It’s official now, I can tell.
Public enemy number one, in my dad’s eyes, is James Silverthorn.
Me?
I can’t help but sigh happily once dad finally looks away, contenting myself to replay the whole afternoon experience I had with James.
Those lips, that hand.
His deep, commanding voice over the phone and the way I know he wanted to tell me to do so many other things.
I freaking hope for my sake. I feel like I have to change again already I’ve been stewing in a pot of James all day, but the thought of a shower or touching anything near my throbbing clit right now would be the end of me.
I have to save it, every ounce of pleasure and sensation I have down there.
It’s all for him now.
Every part of me belongs to James Silverthorn.
I just have to figure out how this little black duck is gonna make sure he gets what belongs to him and soon.
Not something easily accomplished with the mood my dad’s in.
Chapter Six
James
Watching her leave for the second time in one day is too much. If I don’t have her soon I don’t know what’s gonna happen to me.
Worse than that, if anyone tries to get between us again, I can feel the caveman in me coming out more than ever.
I might just have to put Krystal over my shoulder and drive us off into the woods someplace. Election be damned.
But, I have to focus on my original plan, she’s the whole reason I’m here and the election, the dinner, and the ball are all part of that.
It’ll be a perfect opportunity to spend some more time with her at the gala dinner.
I’ve already arranged it so the seating suits us both, with me right next to her and then the other candidates next to me down the table.
A masked ball is a no brainer. I’ve already decided she’ll have every dance with me, and once I can get her alone for a while I can give her that kiss I owe her.
Once I win the election in a few days, or even if I lose, it doesn’t really matter now. She’ll kiss me again. For victory or for consolation.
I know she will.
My own car follows her old man’s and hers as long as the distance allows before I have to turn off into the town center to collect my suits and run my own errands.
I’m supposed to spend all my free time greasing palms and handing out fliers too for the rest of what’s left of today.
But one thing business has taught me is to delegate.
Why would someone who knows they’ve won need to walk around trying to convince anyone in person?
It’s simpler to just tell people they’ll have a new Mayor in a few days, this is what he looks like and this is how to vote for him.
I don’t need to do that myself either, so after collecting my freshly pressed clothes I head to the local radio station, lay out some cash, and drive around until I hear my name being mentioned after every song.
Doesn’t sound like much, but one thing I’ve noticed in this town is that almost everyone here has their radio on, old fashioned like.
The same folks at the station recommend a few more names to distribute my fliers and spread the word.
A few more bills and instructions on where and when to collect the fliers and I feel like my PR machine is already doing the heavy lifting.
But there’s one thing missing in all this.
Krystal.
I know why I’m doing it all, but I also know she wouldn’t care if I was Mayor or the local rat catcher.
I guess that competitive streak of mine is just a natural marking on my coat.
Like any good fighter, and a man who knows what he wants, I have to check out where this gala dinner and ball is as well.
I want to make sure all my instructions are understood, but I also want it all to look completely natural. I don’t want to tread on anyone’s toes.
Not openly anyway.
I almost expect to see a huge red barn with a barbecue outback, but the venue for tomorrow’s event is actually a pretty impressive building given the size of the town.
The town hall’s been converted for the dinner and ball, with the same area set up for the actual election and post-election celebration in a couple of days.
There’s a lot of posters of Mayor Newland too like it’s already in the bag for him and we all just have to go through the motions.
The venue’s organizer spots me and introduces himself, a friend of one of my own business contacts. So, I don’t know the man but it almost guarantees I have a little sway over little things like where I sit for example.