Governored

I turned. The Harvard grad was awake. He was sitting up, knees drawn to chin, watching me. He hadn’t covered himself, and he was looking mighty fine. All reddish sheen and sculpted muscle. A half smile, promising more if I worked it right. A lock of curly hair tumbling down toward one hazel-green eye.

“He had some meeting this morning. He wouldn’t tell me what it was. Rather strange. He doesn’t keep much secret from me . . . naturally.” The smile was broader now, a little wry. A very nice smile. “That’s why we had to come to Washington unexpectedly today. But he did tell me that the meeting would take all morning. Said he wouldn’t need me until after lunch.”

Ah, a great opening then. “Than what could we possibly do while we wait?” I asked, giving him my best sheepish smile.

A slight pause.

“We could order room service for starters.”

“Why, isn’t there enough service available in the room already?” I moved into my best “I’m available” lounging pose against the frame of the door and opened my smile up more for him.