Chapter Seven
Genny wasn’t quite sure how it happened.
Perhaps it was because the President was a sneaky, manipulative, tricky man. Perhaps it was because she was a wanton, lustful wench utterly beguiled by America’s leader. Or perhaps it was just because he had asked so nicely and she couldn’t resist him.
She was climbing out of the Beatrice’s car and once again entering the White House just five days after she’d left it on the Marine One helicopter. Genny couldn’t have come sooner, as she’d just had three days of meetings in Paris before returning to New York. She hadn’t even slept, merely spent three hours in the office before hopping the train down to D.C.
“It’s cookie night,” Peter had said. “You can’t miss cookie night. We’ll wait until Friday night for you, but not longer.”
So,
