Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
So yeah, Gold Medallion was set up to service my needs. After all, I function best when I have release, just like any other alpha male. But there’s no way to go about it discreetly when you’re the President of the United States. The media scrutiny would scare anyone in their right mind off, and besides, a lot of women don’t want to date politicians. Not the good ones at least. So Gold Medallion meets my needs in a very specific way, and my employees are always sifting through submissions. A team reviews any potential women before presenting me with a select number of candidates, and then I go from there.
And Bridget stood out. I’m used to seeing beautiful women smiling at me from their headshots, not to mention women who have resumes worthy of a Nobel scientist. There are ladies who have graduate degrees up the wazoo, who can speak five languages and also communicate via sign language with monkeys. But I’m not into that because deep down, I’m still Robbie Carter from Arkansas, and a woman who has too much going on isn’t my type. I don’t want someone who’s done everything right in life. God knows I’ve made a lot of mistakes to get where I am. So instead, someone real and sassy, with curves and a good sense of humor is what I’m looking for.
Frankly, Bridget blew the others out of the water. My assistant Dan had come into my office, making sure to shut the door behind him. It was eleven p.m. and we were still working, the hallways of the White House quiet and dark.
“Sir,” he said, sitting down before the coffee table. “Are you ready for the selection?”
I laughed, lounging in the club chair across from him.
“Don’t make it sound like we’re choosing a sheep for slaughter,” I said. “There’s no need to be so serious.”
Dan immediately straightened, nodding while blinking behind heavy-framed glasses.
“Of course sir. I just want you to get the best of the best.”
I rolled my eyes at that one.
“I’m the President of the United States,” I said dryly. “You can rest assured I’m getting the best of the best.”
“Of course,” Dan nodded, laying the folders out on the glass tabletop, my sarcasm lost on him. “But this time there are only four women, so I hope you like the choices.”
I sighed, taking a sip of my whiskey. Damn, it was late and we still had a shit ton to do. But this was a nice break from figuring out the world’s problems.
“Hit me,” I said with my brows lifted. “Let’s see what we’ve got.”
Dan nodded and opened the first folder.
“This is Talia,” he said. “Italian-American, with a degree from Harvard in the Romance languages.”
I stopped him right there.
“I think we saw her last week,” I said. “I already rejected her for being too skinny. I need some meat on them bones.”
“Oh right,” Daniel nodded, flushing. His glasses trembled a bit on the bridge of his nose. “Um, let’s see who’s next. Danielle, that’s right,” he said. “She’s blonde and five foot ten, and a champion skier. In fact, she medaled at the World Championships last year and is a real Olympic prospect.”
I sighed because this was exactly what I didn’t want.
“Stop,” I said. “The Office of Professional Ethics is screwing up because whoever’s doing the first pass on these women is getting it all wrong. I don’t want a champion skier, or a champion anything for that matter. I’m looking for a normal girl and not one who has ten medals around her neck.”
“Really?” asked Daniel, completely befuddled while staring at Danielle’s photo. “This one’s really pretty and accomplished, sir. I think you’ll like her.”
I sighed again because my assistant is a product of his background and upbringing. Just like most staffers at the White House, he had a list of Ivy League degrees and a long resume that said all the right things. That’s fine for a job, but that’s not what I’m looking for in a woman. So I grunted and shook my head.
“Next,” was my command.
Daniel reluctantly put down Danielle’s folder and picked up another one.
“Hmm,” he said. “I think there’s something wrong with this profile.”
“Why?” I asked.
Daniel’s eyes squinted as he scanned the dossier.
“Well, she just seems really average,” he said slowly, eyes looking over the fine print. “I mean, she’s cute and all, but you know ….”
With an exasperated sigh, I leaned over and snatched the file from his fingers, flipping it open. And I almost choked then because the candid shot of the girl was the first thing I saw, and she was absolutely stunning. Curly brown hair with warm caramel eyes, and a smile that made me grow hard just like that. They’d caught her exiting a store of some sort with a coffee and cupcake in hand.