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  Red, White and Sensual

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  Copyright © 2013 Bec Botefuhr

  Published by Bec Botefuhr, May 2013

  Red, White and Sensual is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and events portrayed in this book either are from the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, establishments, events, or location is purely coincidental and not intended by the author. Please do not take offence to the content, as it is FICTION.

  **This story in no way represents what should, could, would or does happen in regards to this storyline. It is merely a fictional story and none of the content should be taken seriously. I don’t really believe these things actually happen nor am I trying to state that they do. It is nothing more than fiction and should be taken as exactly that. You have been warned. Thank you for reading. **

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  ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

  I have a lot of people to thank, but that would just take up my entire page. So I’m going to thank those who come to mind first.

  To the girls at Triple M book club, for being the absolute best support. They have been my crazy, beautiful supporters and have read everything I’ve done, encouraging me even when I wanted to stop. You girls are my back bone.

  To Melody Mestric for being my crazy, soul crushing other half that knows exactly what to say all the time. Errr Nerr, you’re the twin I never had, I’m sure they tore us apart at birth because you’re the same kinda weird I am and in weirdness, we love.

  To Holly Carter for always offering to read what I write, even though you’ve got enough on. For listening to my phone calls for hours and hours and talking to me about everything and anything (Yeah you know what I mean). Kindred spirits is what we are.

  To Dawn Martens for always helping me edit, even though you’re writing your own books. For being crazy, honest and true no matter what. You’re the kind of person that will remain with me forever, because you’re real.

  To Melissa Diamond for reading and re-reading all my work. For texting me with OMG and HOLY SHIT just to let me know you’re feelin’ what I’m writing. You’re amazing and you know I love you.

  So to all the above, one day I’ll pash all of you!!

  PROLOGUE

  “Sierra, hey!”

  I jerk my head out of my text book and look over at my best friend, Quinn. His eyes are wide and he’s grinning like a small child that’s just been given a load of candy.

  “What?” I say, confused.

  “You won!”

  “What?”

  “You won!”

  I shake my head, what the hell is he screeching like that in class for? I look around the room and everyone is staring at me. What? I was off in daydream land, as I tend to do sometimes, and I obviously missed something.

  “What did I win?”

  “You won best student, your grades were best in the class, which means you won the chance to be the Speaker of the house’s Personal Assistant for two whole months!”

  I drop my pen, it just slides from my hand. Each year one of the students from the Georgetown University in Washington DC, get a chance to experience life in the White House, following the Speaker of the house as his Personal Assistant for a couple of months. The Speaker of the house is next in line for the role of President, after the Vice President, if something should happen to either of them. So he’s quite high up in the rankings. This year, it’s come down to us students studying to be professional secretaries, but I never thought I’d actually see the day when my name got pulled from the hat, so to speak.

  “What?” I gasp.

  “You get to be the Speaker of the house’s PA!” Quinn squeals and everyone begins clapping.

  “Well done, Sierra, you deserve this fabulous opportunity.” My Professor smiles, nodding at me.

  “I won?” I whisper, feeling my stomach swirl with nerves.

  “Girl, you won!” Quinn yells, hugging me close and nodding his head enthusiastically.

  “I can’t…I can’t…”

  “She’s speechless!” Quinn cries and everyone cheers.

  “Alright,” my Professor laughs. “Time to get back to our studies. Sierra, if you see me after class, I’ll go over the details with you.”

  I nod, still dazed. Holy shit, I am going to be the Speaker of the house’s PA? I turn and stare at Quinn, who is madly texting someone about the news. I think about the experience this will give me for my future jobs, nothing could look better than having worked with the Speaker of the house himself. I feel tears burn in my eyes, I’m completely overwhelmed. Quinn takes my hand and I force myself to look over at him again.

  “Congrats, baby!”

  “I can’t believe I won,” I whisper.

  “Girl, can you imagine a few months of following around the one and only Marcus Harrison?”

  I sigh and close my eyes. Marcus Harrison, Speaker of the house, is the youngest Speaker of the house in history. He’s only thirty-two and is said to be an absolute genius. He’s a god amongst females, being that he’s extremely attractive. I flush thinking of the fact that I’ll get to meet him, and follow him, for two months.

  “I can’t believe it,” I say in a small voice.

  “Marcus Harrison, damn girl, you’re going to be the talk of the school!”

  I give him a wobbly smile, holy shit, my life is about to change in some seriously big ways.

  CHAPTER 1

  I take the mass amounts of information my Professor gave me and carry it back to my dorm. I live on campus, my parent’s paid good money to make sure I had a nice room. It’s a huge campus, and well known in this area. Quinn also lives here, it’s how we became friends. His dorm is over the other side, however, so I don’t get to see him a great deal after class.

  I want to read over these rules, regulations, and information on the job, before going to dinner. People smile and congratulate me as I walk past. Girls sigh and mumble their disappointment, for not being chosen for the role. Most, I imagine, would get good grades just to have the chance to trail Marcus for a few months. Most too, would be hoping for a bit of rough and tumble while they were at it.

  He’s engaged, of course. His fiancé is a dazzling woman by the name of Chayne Smith. Not that I imagine it stops him from having flings, isn’t that what all men do when in high positions such as his? They always look happy together though, forever the stunning couple in photos and at events. They have no children together, and Chayne is said to be quite a wild cat when she wants to be.

  When I reach my room, I unlock the door and slip inside. My room is nice, very basic, but comfortable. I have a double bed, my own bathroom and a small kitchen set up so that I can do basic things like make coffee and snacks for myself. I have a small study desk right by the window and
a small television in the corner. It’s perfect for me and it’s private, so I don’t mind.

  I drop my bags, slip onto the bed and cross my legs. I peer down at the mass amounts of information, pictures, forms to sign and other such details. God, this could take a long, long time. I start by reading the rules in regards to following the Speaker of the house. Obviously I have to sign a non-disclosure agreement to cover not only my ass, but his. The rules aside from that, are what you would expect them to be.

  Do not speak unless spoken to.

  Follow all orders.

  Do not touch the Speaker of the house unless permitted.

  Do not leave the grounds without permission.

  Do not bring any weapons or firearms onto the grounds.

  Do not breathe, fart or laugh without permission. Ok, it didn’t say, that but it might as well have. The rules go on and on, by the time I’m finished with them my head hurts. I am allowed to come back to the Campus on weekends, but otherwise I will stay at the White House with the Speaker of the house, in my very own room. I. Get. To. Stay. At. The. White House! I feel excitement bubble up into my chest and I may or may not squeal loudly.

  Calming down, I read about what I have to wear, what I can bring into the White House, what I can’t bring into the White House and what will happen if I break the rules. I will have to go through security checks every single day before I see the Speaker of the house, just in case I’m some crazy and manage to slide a gun in somewhere. Well, they have to be safe, don’t they? When I’ve finished reading, signing and then re-reading, my head is thumping. Then I read one final line, my starting date…I gasp and shake my head. They can’t be serious? They want me to start the day after tomorrow!

  I shake my head, they certainly don’t pull punches do they? I glance around my room, knowing I’ll miss my comforts here for a while, but the experience is too good to turn down. I stand with a groan and stretch out my legs, then I plod into the shower. I stare at the person in the mirror and wonder how she’ll do. I’m a smart girl, I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t, but am I smart enough? It’s not exactly your everyday PA job, it’s for the Speaker of the house!

  I sweep my light brown hair up into a pony tail. Some would say my hair is a pretty color, and I suppose it is. It’s got that shiny, I’m not blonde but I’m not brown look about it. It suits my pale green eyes and my creamy skin. I stare at myself for long, long moments. What will he think of me? Oh who cares Sierra, he has a fiancé that is most men’s fantasy, he won’t care about what you look like.

  With a pout, I run my hands down over my body. I’m not fat, nor am I stick thin. I’m curvy, I have full breasts, which I am completely grateful for. My backside is what Quinn likes to call every man’s dream playground. It’s not large, but it’s round and firm. I have a small waist, and quite a petite figure considering how busty I am.

  Oh well, time to get serious. With a sigh, I gather my things and head out to dinner.

  ~*~*~*~

  The dining hall is busting with activity when I slink in. I notice Quinn and my other friend Raine standing at their place in the line. When they notice me, they wave me over and I get horrible glares from the students behind me as they squeeze me into the line. Raine grips my arm, leaning her pretty face in and whispering, “I can’t believe you get to stare at Marcus for a whole month!”

  I scoff. “I am not there for Marcus, I actually want this opportunity.”

  “Girl,” she chuckles. “You need to get laid!”

  I force a smile, but don’t bother telling her that’s the last thing on my mind. After my ex, I’m really not interested in being any man’s plaything again. I pick up a tray and begin dropping mashed potatoes, roast meat and vegetables onto my plate. Then I take a juice and follow Quinn and Raine back to our usual table. When we sit down, they are both grinning at me like two naughty children.

  “What?” I mumble, eyeing them as I take a bite of mashed potato.

  “You are just one lucky biatch!” Quinn grins.

  “I am,” I smirk.

  “Please, take a nude photo for me!” Raine sighs.

  I giggle and roll my eyes at her. “No problem at all, I’m sure that’s allowed. You should have seen the damn rules!”

  “He is the Speaker of the house, imagine if it was for the President?” Quinn sighs, staring at nothing. Quinn has never been shy about his sexuality, and that’s why we love him to death. He is who he is, and he’s proud of it.

  I wrinkle my nose. “Ugh.”

  “Oh my god, you will totally get to meet the President!” He chirps loudly.

  I guess I will. That should be an experience.

  We chat during dinner and when it’s over, we get coffee before I make my way back to my room. I drag out my suitcase and begin packing. I don’t really know what to wear. It had basics in the rules – skirts and dresses, blouses, things like that. Do I go completely professional or smart casual? I don’t want to overdo it by looking too professional. I settle on some pencil skirts, blouses and work dresses that range from grey to navy in color. I pull out my nice black heels and some flats as well.

  I make sure to pack all my study, thankful I can still do some work at night time. Once I’m done with the packing, I curl up in bed, pull out my phone and dial home. My parents and sister will be thrilled about this, my sister will want to pack herself in my suitcase, being that she’s obsessed with Marcus. My father answers on the third ring and hearing his voice warms my heart.

  “Hey daddy, it’s me.”

  “Sierra, how are you baby girl?”

  “I’m good, I have some great news.”

  “You’re not pregnant are you?”

  I scoff and then chuckle. “No daddy.”

  “Well then, what is it?” he laughs.

  “I’m going to be the Speaker of the houses PA.”

  “You won?” he gasps.

  “I won!”

  “Well, baby girl, good on you,” he says in a cheerful tone full of love and pride.

  “I can’t wait, I’m so nervous.”

  “You’re going to do just fine, my girl, well done!”

  “Is momma there?”

  “She sure is, I’ll talk to you later. Make sure you keep me updated.”

  “Thanks, daddy, I love you.”

  “I’m so proud,” he says, before handing the phone over to my mother.

  “I heard, well done baby!” she cries as soon as she gets on the line.

  “I’m so nervous,” I admit.

  “Oh honey, you’re going to do just fine.”

  “I hope so, it’s such a big opportunity.”

  “And given to the best girl there is!”

  “Thank you, mom.”

  “How’s all the studying going?”

  I chat to my mom about study and living on campus for a while longer before hanging up and curling into bed for the night. With butterflies in my stomach, I fall into a restless, but excited sleep. I can’t wait to see what the next few months will bring.

  CHAPTER 2

  A sleek, black limousine comes to get me the morning of my starting day. I’m standing out front of campus, it’s spring and the air is warm. I hold my suitcase with one hand, and rub my stomach nervously with the other. The car comes to a stop and two men and a woman step out. The men are in dark suits and I guess right away that they’re body guards. The woman is impeccably dressed in a black skirt, a black blouse and shiny high heels. Her dark black hair is pulled back into a tight bun.

  “Hello,” she smiles warmly. “You must be Sierra.”

  I take the hand she extends to me and try not to look as the passing students stop and gape.

  “I am.”

  “My name is Rose, and I’m going to be with you for the next few months, helping you out.”

  Thank god for that.

  “Nice to meet you, Rose.”

  She smiles and waves towards the car. “Shall we go?”

  I nod and let one of the men take my su
itcase. Then I slide into the luxury car and nervously fumble with my fingers as Rose slides in and orders the driver to take us back to the White House.

  “I bet you’re nervous?” she says kindly.

  “I am,” I admit.

  “Don’t be, it’s a very rewarding job and Marcus is great to work for.”

  I look over at her and force a smile. “That’s good to know.”

  “I take it you have all the signed forms?”

  I nod and ruffle through my handbag, then hand her the massive pile of papers. She spends the next five minutes flicking through them and nodding.

  “Very good, so you understand all the rules?”

  “Yes ma’am.”

  “Very good. You will have a room at the White House, and you will be required to dine with the Marcus every night at six pm sharp. Breakfast and lunch will be your choice, you can have them in your office or your room. You have full access to the wing you’re working in, but the other parts are restricted areas that you mustn’t go into. Working hours are seven pm to five pm and on weekends we will bring you back to the campus. Is that all ok with you?”

  I nod, straightening down my black dress as I squirm in the seat. Rose smiles and as we drive, she goes over some other basic rules and regulations. When we arrive at the gates of the White House, I stare in awe. I’ve been in once on a school tour, but aside from that, I haven’t had the pleasure of experiencing it. As we drive through the gates, I stare at the vast grounds and the massive building in front of me. It’s…just….wow.

  We curl around a circular driveway and come to a stop at the massive entrance. Up close, it’s huge. It’s such a beautiful building, and I know the inside is just as breathtaking. When the door opens for me, I step out, still staring up at the massive building in front of me. Rose gets out behind me and takes my hand, laughing at my expression.

  “You’ll get used to it.”

  She leads me up the front steps and through the front doors. I gasp loudly as we step inside. Long halls and large rooms, all fit for a king. Polished floors, cream colored walls, exquisite rugs and chandeliers. I blink and swallow, completely dumbfounded. We go through security, where we are placed in metal detectors and scanned with various machines, to make sure we aren’t packing anything dangerous.