Loving the Senator

Chapter 4 

Alex put on his glasses and looked at the watch on my wrist. This watch was with me since the night he put it on my arm seven years ago. I can remember that day like it was yesterday. He gave it to me so I could get to school on time. In our trailer, my mother did not believe in clocks. We had no way to tell what time it was. I panicked at night, worried I would not get up in time for school. The reason I did get up in time was I forced myself to go to bed early so that I would never oversleep. I didn't either. I was never late for school once living in that nightmare. My mom thought that clocks and time were controlling, so she refused to use them. Plus, she never had to be anywhere on a set schedule, so it didn't matter to her. One night, Alex gave me his watch, and it was the best present I ever received. I had to hide it from my mom so she would not pawn it for drugs and by some strange miracle I held on to it.  

"Oh, my God. You still have that thing?" he said twisting my arm and smiling. His lips were so full and yummy; it took all I had not to kiss him.  

"I still have it, and wore it all the time," I said. He was close to me again, and my body became hot.  

"I can't believe you kept that thing. I am in shock. It still works I see," he said staring at his old watch.  

"It has come in handy so many times. I don't know, something about the fact it was yours. I always told myself I was going to give it back to you one day when I saw you again. I didn't want to give it to you during the election. I didn't want a bunch of questions from everyone or rumors. Now I can give it back to you," I said. I began to take it off, and he stopped me. 

"Hell, no it is yours. I replaced it with a new one. I can't believe you wear that thing," he said. His eyes told me everything I needed to know. From that moment, I knew we were meant to be together. I knew he was mine. It may not be today or tomorrow, but he was mine, and I would do whatever was necessary to keep him all to myself. I just needed to be patient. 

"Funny, I forgot that. I just thought I lost it somewhere. After I got shot some things I just could not remember. It looks good on you now. You seem to have grown into it." he tried to smile without hurting his eye. 

I had grown into a lot of things I wanted to tell him, but I would just let him discover that himself.  

"Hey, I wanted to ask you about the campaign song? Why that one?" Something about that song stirred a memory in me, but I could not put my finger on it.  

He hesitated and looked away from me. He seemed disappointed I didn't know. I wish I hadn't asked. 

"You don't remember do you?" 

"No, I can't remember." I have tried to think about where it came from, but there are some things that I have blocked out. My therapist told me that this was normal since I had such a traumatic childhood.  

"Boy, you and I have terrible memories. It was playing the first time I walked into your mom's trailer. You played it nonstop, and I hated it. After a while, I grew to love it. When I was with you and your mom, it was annoying the hell out of me when you played it all the time. I could not get it out of my head from then on. It is my favorite. I have it on my iPod, iPad, phone everything. It is my go to song when I feel bad, or happy, or have to fly. I thought it was perfect for my campaign, telling the voters I am the first, the last, and their everything. Its corny I know, but it worked for me," he said. 

I stood there and let the memories of that song come back to me. I used to play it at home when I lived in the trailer. It was the song that made me feel better. It got me through times when I had nothing to eat or a mom to care. When I was, left home for days and terrified of the dark that song settled me down. Barry Whites, Greatest Hits was one of my favorite CDs, and that was my favorite song at the time. I have not listened to it until he played it during the campaign.  

He was the one, and he would always be the one. We stared into each other's eyes and did not say a word. I wanted to kiss him again and taste him, but I knew if I did I would not be able to get through the day or the week. He was looking at me and taking in everything about me. We both wanted more, but something was holding us back. The buzzer on his desk went off, and we both jumped.  

It was his receptionist letting him know he had an 11:30 meeting. 

"Well, Prudence this half hour went by too quickly. I will see you Friday, how is seven o clock?" He was smoothing his hair and had another sip of water.  

"Seven will be just fine Mr. Conrad," I said grabbing my purse.  

"Thanks for coming by today Prudence. Remember it is Alex, or for my ego you can say just Senator," he said. 

I walked out in front of him and felt his eyes on me. I turned around to wave to him, and he was staring at my ass. He needed to put more than his eyes on it. I did look good in these new jeans I wore just for him. I blew him a kiss as I left. I didn't feel like a little girl anymore. I felt like a woman for the first time.