rule: I didnât sleep with married men or men who had someone at home. I was a different person back then. But Iâve changed, and maybe Robert has too.â
âTurn it off,â Nic bellowed. âJust what we need, an endorsement from a hooker.â
âWhat about all the people who were standing by me last year?â Robert asked, now on his feet and pacing back and forth.
âIâve made calls,â Nic said.
âDo more!â
The staff members in the room headed for the door. Robert turned to Gabrielle. âWait,â he said. âYouâre the head of my social media campaign. How many likes do we have on our Facebook page?â
She looked down at her iPad Mini. âOne hundred and three.â
âThat isnât enough,â Robert exclaimed.
Nic tented his hands underneath his chin. âMaybe this Chante angle isnât working, No one has seen you two together, and sheâs suspended from her law firm.â
âBut,â Robert interjected, âif she doesnât forgive me, how can I expect voters to do so?â
âThen we have to find her and get you two on camera.â
âI need to talk to Gabby, alone,â Robert said, basically dismissing Nic.
When he was alone with the young woman, he pulled her into his arms. âYou are so sexy,â he breathed against her ear.
âWhat about Chante?â
Robert slipped his hands between Gabbyâs thighs and stroked her womanly core. âChante who?â
Gabby moaned, and Robert believed that free sex was the best sex ever.
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Back in Charleston, Chante looked at herself in the mirror. She hadnât worn a bikini since she and Liza went to Cancun on spring break. Looking at her image in the mirror, she smiled. All the running and working out sheâd done since her suspension had done her body good. She was impressed with the reflection she saw in the mirror and knew Zach would be as well.
âWhat am I doing?â she mused aloud. Chante knew her grandmother would get a kick out of this ruse. But Chante wasnât so sure that going to her parentsâ house with Zach on her arm, acting as if they were getting married, was a good idea. Lying to her overbearing mother was one thing, but her Dad didnât deserve this. Then again, heâd probably laugh too. Donât overthink it. Youâre here to have a good time, and Zach is just a distraction. Satisfied with her reflection, Chante tied a yellow sarong around her waist and headed for the lobby to meet Zach.
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Zach was glancing at a brochure about Folly Beach as he heard the ding of the elevator. When he saw those legs, those thighs, and those pretty toes, he wanted to take Chante back upstairs and suck the polish off her toenails. If Zach had any weaknesses, Chante highlighted each and every one of them in that yellow bikini. âWell, I think Iâve found the highlight of my trip. Wow,â he said, then took off his Brooklyn Nets hat and bowed.
Chante smacked him on his shoulder. âYouâre too much,â she said.
âYou look too damned good,â he said as he gave her a slow once-over. âLetâs get out of here before I change my mind.â
âChange your mind?â
He nodded. âChange my mind and take you into the Jacuzzi, then put up an out-of-order sign.â
Shaking her head, she headed for the door with Zach in tow. âSlow down,â he said as he tugged at her sarong. When Chante took a step forward, the sarong came off in Zachâs hand. Taking a look at her barely covered behind, he knew that God was a mighty, mighty good God.
âZach!â Chante called out as she placed her hands behind her back. âI canât . . .â
âI was trying to slow you down,â he replied as he twirled her sarong. âEnded up slowing myself down.â
She walked up to him and reached for her sarong. Zach held it above his head.