Behind Closed doors

Chapter 6

Lauren quickly slipped into the nearest bathroom, her breath ragged and her mind clouded with thoughts of Kamala. She locked the door behind her and leaned against the sink, her pulse racing as she tried to calm herself, her entire body aching for release. Her hands trembled as she splashed cold water on her face, hoping to cool the fire that was burning inside her. But it was no use. The taste of Kamala still lingered on her lips, and the memory of her moans echoed in her mind. Lauren's fingers twitched, itching to touch herself, to finally take care of the need that had been building for hours.

She glanced at her watch, knowing she didn't have much time before someone noticed her absence. With a frustrated sigh, she adjusted her suit and straightened her posture, willing the tension in her body to subside. There would be time for this later for now, she had to return to her post and act as if nothing had happened.

When Lauren got to the main entrance before the Oval office, she spotted Sam sitting at her desk, typing away on her computer. Kamala's assistant looked up as Lauren approached, offering a friendly smile.

"Hey," Sam greeted, pushing her glasses up her nose. "You look...rough this morning."

Lauren smirked, running a hand through her hair. "Yeah, had a girl's night out with some friends last night. One too many drinks, I guess."

Sam chuckled softly. "Oh okay.. I've been there"

I moved to D.C. when Kamala was elected, and I don't really know anyone here. Maybe I should get in on those girls' nights. I could use some fun."

Lauren raised an eyebrow, her usual guarded expression softening a bit. "You should. We could always use another drinking buddy. Besides, it's a great way to blow off steam."

Sam's smile widened. "Deal." She grabbed her phone and passed it to Lauren. "Here, put your number in." Lauren typed her number into Sam's phone and handed it back. She saved the contact with a mischievous grin, typing "President's Hottest Bodyguard" before showing it to Lauren.

Lauren chuckled, shaking her head. "Really?"

"What? It's true!" Sam replied, giggling. "Anyway, thanks. I'll text you next time I need a break from all this political madness."

Lauren smiled, but the moment was interrupted when Doug walked past them, heading toward Kamala's office. Her smile faltered as her eyes followed him, tension immediately returning to her body. She couldn't help the wave of resentment that surged within her. Doug seemed like a decent guy-charming, kind, and genuinely in love with Kamala. But it didn't matter to Lauren. He had the person she wanted most. Kamala.

Her jaw clenched as Doug knocked on the office door and disappeared inside. Lauren couldn't help but feel the familiar pang of jealousy gnaw at her insides. She knew she shouldn't hate him for loving his wife, but that didn't stop the anger from simmering beneath the surface.

"Everything okay?" Sam asked, noticing the sudden shift in Lauren's mood.

Lauren forced a tight smile, pushing her emotions aside. "Yeah, all good." But deep down, she knew it wasn't. Every moment spent with Kamala only deepened the obsession she had for the woman, and every time she saw Doug, it reminded her that she was playing a dangerous game - a game she wasn't sure she could win.

Doug stepped into Kamala's office with a soft smile, shutting the door behind him. "Hey, honey," he greeted warmly. Kamala looked up from her desk, but her mind was elsewhere, trapped in the moments that had just transpired. She could still feel Lauren's lips on her, the lingering touch of her hands, the raw intimacy that had left her body trembling with desire.

Doug began talking about something-his trip to California, maybe? Kamala wasn't sure. She nodded absentmindedly, the conversation barely registering as her thoughts replayed the firestorm of passion that had swept through the office not long ago. Lauren's kisses, the way she had devoured her, made her feel like she was the only person in the world. Her heart quickened at the memory, and she could feel heat rising in her again. Doug's voice faded into the background as Kamala's mind fixated on Lauren, imagining the way her touch had felt against her skin, the way her breath had quickened with every flick of her tongue.

"Kamala?" Doug's voice cut through her reverie. She blinked, realizing she had zoned out completely. Doug was waving his hand in front of her eyes, trying to get her attention. "'Sorry" she murmured, shaking her head to clear the haze of desire clouding her mind. "What were you saying?"

Doug sighed softly, though not with irritation. "You okay? You seem distracted."

Kamala forced a smile, guilt gnawing at her. Doug was kind, loving, and had stood by her side for years. Yet here she was, lost in thoughts of someone else. "I'm fine," she lied. "Just a bit tired, that's all."

Doug took a step closer, concern etched on his face. "Come here." He pulled her into a hug, wrapping his arms around her in a comforting embrace. Kamala rested her head against his chest, her hands loosely gripping his back, but even in his arms, she felt a distance between them.

"You've been working so hard" Doug whispered against her hair. "I think we need a vacation. Just the two of us."

Kamala chuckled, a hollow sound escaping her lips. "A vacation? Doug, I'm the President. I can't just take time off whenever I want."

"I know," Doug said softly, pulling back slightly to look into her eyes. "But you need to recharge. We can find a way, even if it's just a few days. You deserve it."

Kamala's smile faded as she studied his face, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. He was her husband, the father of their two children, a good man. She cared deeply for him, loved him.  But not in the way a wife should love her husband. There was no fire, no passion, not the kind she had with Lauren. Doug was more than a spouse to her; he was her best friend, her confidant, the person who understood her struggles better than anyone else. But that was it.

Kamala was still in his arms when the door opened, why on earth it had to be her. Why now?

Lauren stood at the threshold, her expression unreadable. "Sorry to interrupt," she said, her voice steady, though she avoided meeting Kamala's gaze. Kamala could see the tension in her posture, the tightness in her jaw.

Lauren cleared her throat. "I wanted to ask at what time we're leaving for the farmers' market to meet with the local businesses? I need to inform the security detail.

Kamala's heart skipped a beat as she looked at Lauren, trying to read the emotions she was keeping so carefully hidden. There was
something in Lauren's voice-something almost...felt different. She was standing there, professional and composed, but Kamala could feel the weight of the moment between them. Lauren's eyes flicked briefly to Doug before settling on some invisible point in the room.

"Uh... we're leaving in about an hour," Kamala replied, her voice faltering for a second. "Thank you for checking."

Lauren gave a curt nod, still not meeting her eyes. ""l make the arrangements." She turned on her heel and walked out, the door
closing softly behind her. Kamala's gaze lingered on the door for a long moment, her chest tightening with the weight of everything unsaid. Doug stepped back, glancing between Kamala and the door Lauren had just exited through. He frowned slightly, sensing the shift in the atmosphere but choosing not to press.

"Okay, well"' Doug said softly, letting out a quiet sigh. "Think about the vacation, okay? Even if it's just for a few days."

Kamala nodded, forcing a smile. "I will." But her thoughts were far from any vacation plans. As Doug left the room, Kamala sank into her chair, her mind drifting back to Lauren, to the tension in the air when she'd walked in, and to the complicated tangle of emotions she was barely managing to keep under control.

Her phone then flashed; it was a message from Lauren saying, "I'm sick of your games. From now on, I'm nothing more than your security guard."

Kamala threw her phone across the room and sighed, her hand on her face.