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)
She cuddled close to me, wrapping those small arms around my neck.
“Are you happy, Mr. President?” she breathed against my lips.
I took one look into those caramel depths and fell hard because the truth is that I’m a sucker for cuddling. A lot of times newspapers paint me as some domineering hard-ass whom oligarchs better not fuck with. And I am, to some extent. But beneath the tough exterior is a man who loves relaxing in the arms of a curvy woman, and Bridget was exactly what I needed.
“I am,” I rumbled sincerely. “Very happy. Are you?”
A contented sigh escaped her lips.
“I am,” she nodded. “Absolutely.”
“Good,” I said. “Because I wanted to ask you something.”
Her lids flew open with alarm, and I could see the pulse in her throat beating fast.
“What is it, Robert?” she whispered. “I hope I haven’t disappointed you?”
“No, not at all,” I growled, amused that she was so sensitive to my moods. “I just wanted to see if you’ve studied up on bump stocks. Following up from last week’s conversation and all.”
She blushed prettily, and for sure, I thought that the girl was going to say something about not having enough time. But instead, she nodded before opening those lips to speak.
“I have,” were her musical words. “I’m sorry I didn’t know too much about them last time, but I guess they’ve been in the news a lot recently because of the spate of shootings we’ve had? They’re basically gunstocks that are specially designed to make bump firing easier, which allows semi-automatic firearms to mimic the firing speed of fully automatic firearms.”
I nodded, impressed.
“Exactly,” I said. “So now that you know, what do you think of them sweetheart?”
She took a deep breath.
“You know, I’ve had some time to reflect, and I don’t think there’s an easy answer,” she said slowly. “Because people can modify their guns to become semi-automatic weapons, which is illegal in some states. But at the same time, it’s hard to keep on top of all the legislation. I think in New York, it’s illegal, and now in New Jersey and Florida as well? But there’s legislation in Congress right now proposing a ban on bumpstocks outright. So it’s hard to keep on top of all the changes, not to mention all the current events affecting any proposed legislation.”
I nodded, impressed, because clearly, this girl had done her homework. I liked that. She knew she was going to see me again and had read up in order to be prepared.
“But what’s your opinion?” I pressed gently. “And remember, there’s no right or wrong. I just want to hear what you think.”
She flushed, going in my lap.
“I guess you’re going to think I’m a pushover, but I think I’m against bumpstocks?” she said softly. “I mean, after the damage they did at that shooting in Las Vegas, I just don’t think that they belong in the hands of private citizens. That’s just my opinion,” she said hastily. “You don’t have to listen or anything.”
I nodded although her view was more important to me than any pollster or political aide. This was an American citizen who was voicing her thoughts and feelings, helping me understand what the average person thought. And that was more valuable to me than any pundit’s opinion or the outcome of any telephone poll.
“So based on current events, you’re against them?” I rumbled.
Bridget nodded.
“Yes. Is that okay?” she asked quietly. “I don’t know where you stand on any of this.”
I pulled her close once more, gathering the creamy curves against my chest before placing a kiss on those rosy lips.
“Again sweetheart, there are no right or wrong answers. There’s only a national discussion, of which you’re a part. Of course, you’re speaking to someone who has a powerful platform, but at the same time, your opinion matters just as much as anyone else’s. Including my own.”
Bridget flushed prettily.
“But why are you asking me?” she inquired softly. “Surely there are people working for you that are much more well-informed than me.”
I smiled before shrugging carelessly.
“Maybe, but sometimes they end up making a mountain out of a molehill. Or more accurately, they dig and dig and dig and forget where they’re trying to go. It happens, especially if you’ve been an egghead your whole life with no practical application.”
Bridget laughed softly, those huge tits jiggling against my chest.
“No one has ever called me an egghead before,” she said. “Quite the opposite in fact. I was an average student at best, a bad student at worst.”
“Really?” I asked. “But how’d you get a job as a copy editor?”
She blushed.
“Well, I was bad at school, so I had to start from the very bottom. And I mean, the very, very bottom. I used to be the Girl Friday at the Star Gazette, which is a celebrity rag in New York. You know, the woman who makes copies and brings everyone coffee. That was me for two years straight. But after a while, they realized I was good with grammar and spelling, so management let me sit on the copy desk.”