Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
“Um, there was a lot of security to get here,” I call out, my heels clacking on the marble floors. “And I was expecting to meet at a restaurant, and not at your home ….”
But then my voice dies off because there’s a man sitting on the couch, relaxed and elegant, with a glass of wine in his hand. It’s not the expensive suit he’s wearing or the finely-appointed living room that takes my breath away. It’s the man himself. Tall and distinguished-looking, with black hair and blue eyes that can charm old ladies and babies alike. I recognize him immediately … because he’s the President of the United States, Robert Carter. Suddenly, my knees go weak and I collapse on the nearest couch, unable to speak.
CHAPTER FOUR
Robert
I saw the photos of Bridget, and I have to say that she looks even better in real life than in casual snapshots. Because the curvy brunette is stunning in a lavender cocktail dress and high heels. Her assets are on display, but modestly so, with a demure neckline and a skirt that shows off those shapely legs. Mmm, those thighs are tempting because they’re heavy and meaty, exactly my type. Plus, her décolletage is mouthwatering, showcasing heavy Double Ds.
Because I already know everything about Bridget Martin. After all, I am the President of the United States, and I have the Secret Service, FBI and the CIA at my fingertips. The spy agencies work for me and it’s no big deal to them to whip up a dossier on Ms. Bridget Martin, copy editor at the Star Gazette in New York City. In fact, I was looking through her profile right before she got here, and it’s impressive how little there is. Usually, I’m digging through at least two inches of material on this or that Russian operative, but with Bridget Martin, things were refreshingly lean and simple.
After all, no one’s going to let the President of the United States date a girl with a sketchy past. Royals in Europe now marry reality TV stars as well as actresses that have no work history, but that doesn’t hold when it comes to POTUS. Because there’s a big difference – no one can unseat a prince or princess, whereas I’m up for reelection in about three years. So yeah, my party’s not going to jeopardize our platform on some floozy who doesn’t know up from down. Instead, the girls are vetted so thoroughly that they practically qualify for top-secret clearance by the time it’s all over.
But it’s just part of the process. And I know what you’re thinking. Is it possible that the President of the United States, Robert Carter, is moonlighting as a male escort? Unfortunately, the answer isn’t a simple yes or no. Because yes, we work with Gold Medallion to get me dates. Or more precisely, Gold Medallion works for us. Because my guys actually own Gold Medallion. They incorporated a company somewhere in the Bahamas behind three different shell companies. And then they hired a bunch of staff, most of whom don’t know the real reason for their existence because I think Gold Medallion actually does provide male escorts. It’s a legitimate site with legitimate employees, providing a legitimate service. But the employees don’t realize that I’m their most important client, and that in fact, the whole thing was set up for me.
After all, a man has needs and my handlers know that. Where was I going to meet someone special? While holding meetings with four-star generals? While attending the Olympics in some far-flung country? No, I have desires just like any other red-blooded man, and as a result, the Office of Professional Ethics set up Gold Medallion specifically to meet those needs. They put up a fake profile of some dude named “Robert” using stock photos, and we get submissions daily. Women right and left love the way the man looks, not to mention the photos he has on his profile. I’ve seen it myself. They photoshopped some penguins in, and also the Taj Mahal and the Kremlin. They should have included a pic of the White House. That would have been more accurate at least.
But Robert’s my avatar, and not a bad one. He’s a guy who looks kinda like me what with the dark hair and blue eyes, but he’s a model and nothing else. He’s a stand-in for the real thing, which is Robert Carter from Little Rock, Arkansas. I’ve been a politician since I was old enough to run for president of my high school class, and once bitten by the bug, I couldn’t stop. So I went from state representative to U.S. Senator, Governor, and now finally President.
It’s not bad, to be honest. After all, being Commander-in-Chief has been my desire since I was about ten years old. But the path hasn’t been easy and it hasn’t left a lot of time for dating. Anyone who knows me knows that I’m traveling non-stop, the interior of Air Force One my real home.