Can't Resist Her

Never say never… Our relationship would never work out. She’s way too young for me, but I’ve given up trying to convince my heart and other essential parts of my body to forget her. I torture myself by seeking her out every chance I can just to get my daily fix. Soon, seeing her isn’t enough. I’ve fallen for her hard and fast, and there’s no saving my heart. How the hell can I make this work? The former Senator and the college student next door? It’s a gift to the tabloids, but what the hell. I’ve always loved to take chances, and I’m about to jump in with both feet because I can’t resist her.

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“This is your new idea of fun?” Thad gives a dramatic shudder before sitting on my hours-old sofa. He crosses his Berluti-covered feet and drops them on the glass coffee table, then leans back to smirk. “Come on, are you really moving home and settling for middle-class suburbia after six years in DC?”
I glare at my friend for a second before walking over to stare out the French doors. We’ve had this same argument daily for the last three months, and I’m not sure how to convince him this makes me happy. Beyond the large covered patio is the overgrown and unkempt backyard. It’s been raining non-stop since I moved in three days ago and the grass is ass-high. The neighbors in my new “upper-middle-class” subdivision will be complaining soon. Thad may find it hard to believe, but I look forward to activities of normal life—like mowing the lawn. “This isn’t settling. My last year in Washington was hell.”
Thad sighs behind me, frustrated because he doesn’t understand my desire to move home. It didn’t take me long to become disillusioned with my job on Capitol Hill. Within months of me upsetting the incumbent and winning the Senate seat, reality hit me in the face. I discovered overnight that the job wasn’t what I’d always envisioned but fought long and hard to ignore my misery. Hoping things would change, I stuck it out and tried to make a difference. During my six years on the Hill, I was miserable and finally decided it was time to find a new path.
Moving home to Atlanta, Georgia, and accepting the Chief Legal Counsel position at Russo Inc. seemed appealing after so many years of loneliness and dissatisfaction. My parents created the company years ago with a chain of automobile dealerships, which has now grown into a financial empire. My family always assumed I’d stay in Atlanta and work at Russo Inc., but I secretly longed for a career in politics. Becoming a United States Senator at thirty-two seemed like a dream come true until I experienced my first day on the job. After resigning from the Senate at the end of the term, I stayed in DC long enough to sell my condominium and get all my affairs in order, and then I came home. It’s been three-and-a-half months, and I’m ready to start the next phase of my life. This is the direction I should’ve taken right out of law school.
“So, I’m really heading back to DC without you?” Thad complains before stomping into the kitchen. I met him in my first week on Capitol Hill. Both brand-new Senators, we bonded while trying to find our way around all the more experienced politicians. I never realized how much I depended on my large family until I moved away. Having a friend in DC helped with the loneliness but didn't replace my loved ones. Last week, I returned to Atlanta, and Thad took time off to assist with my relocation. Tomorrow, he’s heading back without me. I’ll miss my friend but not Washington DC or my old seat in the Senate.
Rolling my eyes, I look out the window again as a flash of white-blonde catches my eye. My snide response dies on my lips when I see the stunning girl walking across the backyard next door. I blink several times, sure my mind is playing tricks on me. “Hey, dickhead.”
“Fuck off.” She’s wearing the tiniest pink bikini imaginable, and my cock turns to stone in my pants. From this distance, the girl looks years too young for me, but neither my heart nor my dick fucking care. I can picture the articles now. The ex-Senator Daddy and the girl next door.
“That is one hot piece of ass.” Thad looks over my shoulder at the gorgeous girl and whistles quietly.
As red-hot rage roars through me, I spin and grip my best friend around his neck. Pushing him back against the French doors, I press my chest to his and growl into his shocked face, “Don’t fucking call her a piece of ass.”
Thad clears his throat after I step back. He opens and shuts his mouth several times before holding up his hands. “Look, I was just making a joke. I didn’t realize you knew her.”
I run my hand down the back of my neck and breathe deeply. What the hell is happening to me? I’m not ready to explain the situation to my stunned friend.
“I’m going to run over to the hotel and change before dinner. I’ll meet you at your parents’.” Thad is still rubbing his throat as he walks to the door. “Are you okay?” He turns and stares at me.
“Yeah, just a little out of sorts,” I lie. I keep the truth to myself—I’ve lost my fucking mind over a girl. And I’m praying she’s legal. When I leap off the deep end, I dive hard.
After rushing Thad out the door, I pace my living room floor, trying to erase the gorgeous blonde from my memory. By the time I’m ready to leave for my parents’ house, I’ve convinced myself that stress over my new job caused my reaction to her, and tomorrow, I’ll be back to normal.