“You’re here now and I’m not gonna let you go so easily this time. Time doesn’t always ruin things, sometimes distance makes it better. It allows for things to ferment, like wine.”
“Option two, you ride him like a cowgirl. Like some Howdy Doody, rodeo round-up, heehaw type sex. You have the chance to sleep with the President of the United States, not many people can say that.”
I’d been with the administration for a little over six months now, and Gibbs was aging like milk that had been left in the trunk of a car on a hot DC summer day.
“You are so messy, Clover,” Daysha said, rubbing her forehead. “For someone who fields difficult questions every day, you sure avoid asking any in your own life.”
I wanted a lot of things, world peace, quiet upstairs neighbors, a green Telfar bag, but I didn’t want anything more than what I craved in this moment ... Teddy, every last drop of him.