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Against All Odds Part Two

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Nash looks upset when I shake my head and stand up from the bed as I attempt to put some distance between us.

"Nash, you're the president's son and I'm the head of secret service. There's no way that anything romantic between us would be appropriate," I tell him but even as I'm saying that, the urge to kiss him rises inside of me. It's like Nash turned a switch on in my head and now I can't stop from thinking about him like that.

"No one has to know, my father won't be president forever, Cameron. We can make it work, just give me a chance. Please..." he pleads with me and he looks so earnest that my resolve falters.

The more I think about it, the more I want him. His bright blue eyes draw me in as we stare at each other. The silence is tense as I contemplate giving into Nash's desires.

But if I do and we get caught my career at the White House and the federal government for that matter will be absolutely in jeopardy. I doubt anything could save me, not even my pristine record with the Seals or my stellar performance as the head of secret service could save me. If there's one thing that the government hates, it's scandals and they'll distance themselves from me instantly. No one will have my back and it'll make it nearly impossible to even find a job in the private sector.

Despite Nash's wishes and even my own desire, I can't risk my life's work. No matter how much I want to.

"Nash, what you're asking me puts my job on the line. We can't enter into a romantic relationship together, it wouldn't be right." I tell him quietly, I'm not trying to hurt him but I do need to make him see the futility in pursuing me.

He stands there silently staring at me, eventually his eyes move downward. I'm only wearing sweats and I know he likes what he sees, I need to stay in top physical shape so I work out almost everyday. He licks his lips and his look of desire entices me.

He walks up to me until we're close, almost touching. "You're aroused by me, admit it."

I shake my head resolutely as I maintain eye contact, my profession allows me to lie without giving out any tells, lying to Nash is no different.

"I never took you to be afraid, Cameron. Why are you afraid of getting caught? If we're careful, which we will be, we won't get caught." He insists and I stay still even as he brushes up against me, I can't let him see how much he affects me because then he won't give up.

I need him to give up because this teenage boy is so irresistible.

I raise my eyebrow at him. "Afraid is not a word in my vocabulary, I would call it cautious. Either Nash, you don't really have anything to lose so getting caught isn't important to you. It is to me. What you're asking is selfish of you and your insistence is beginning to wear thin on me. We are not going to be anything but professional, understood?"

I use a firm voice, no nonsense voice and Nash finally gets the fact that I'm not budging.

Disappointment flits across his face before he brushes past me and leaves the room.

"Fuck," I mutter as I run a hand through my hair, Nash doesn't realize how close he was to convincing me.

I'm going to need more than a run to blow off all this pent up lust. I throw a t-shirt on and head to the gym.

I quickly warm up and begin my routine of lifting weights. I'm not fully concentrated on what I'm doing, Nash is on my mind.

Hamilton Nash Grier, second born to the Grier family.