Off Limits

Chapter 2

Biden and I walked through the halls. The White House was completely crowded, with cleaning staff and cooks rushing through, trying to finish all the preparations before it was time for the students to get back from the ghost walk. We were forced to push and squeeze past the crowd of bodies and our thighs continuously brushed against eachother.

I blushed.

Honestly, I can't even recall what rushed through my mind. I had never been as nervous prior to this moment, and our hectic surroundning definetely made matters worse. The fact that Joe seemed so focused infuriated me. Why could he manage to keep his calm and focus on the task? In this moment, thinking this thought, I realised that he really was the one I've been looking for. Biden was a mature man, and I looked up to him. His maturity turned me on. 

The clinking sound of plates and silverware bumping into eachtoher as the chefs, with full arms, sprinted in and out of the kitchen, and the huffing and coughing of the maids hurridly rushing through the hallway, was soon about to come to an end, as we soon had reached the stairs. A large double door made in fancy oak greeted us as we reached the second floor.  Just as I was about to open the doors, Biden got a grip of my wrist and pulled me back. He stared at me for a couple of seconds.

"I can never get enough of your dreamy eyes", he said, with a seductive voice. 

"Oh, Biden...", I said in response. I was about to tear apart of lust. 

I stared him in the eyes. He had a piercing gaze, one of an experienced man. One thing was crystal clear - he really seemed to know what he wanted. He took one long step closer to me, swaying his hips with confidence. And another one, and another one, now only distanced a couple of inches from me. 

"Uhhh, are you alright?", Biden said with a worried look, suddenly standing five feet apart.

I finally understood - my daydreams had gotten the best of me. I couldn't think straight. Ugh! Why did this have to happen to me, right in this moment?

"O-oh, sorry, Mr. President. You might've lost me there. What were you saying?"

"I asked if you wanted to wait outside while I get changed?", he asked. It sounded like he was trying to come off as serious, but I could sense a tone of nervousness. 

This was my chance, but if only I had the confidence. I had no idea what to answer - my rational self knew that it would look terribly bad if I were to ask to join him. However, my heart was screaming for one glance at his bare chest. 

"I-I, ugh, I don-, ugh, Mr...", I stuttered.

"Or maybe you've been dreaming of getting a glimpse of how the President lives?"

"Y-yeah, that's what I was trying to say. Don't know why I couldn't get it out."

"It's only natural to be a bit anxious, meeting the President for the first time. I would've not been able to handle it, that's for sure. The fact that you've been able to keep your cool for the most of the time impresses me."

Our eyes met and he studied my face for a few seconds, until he reached for the door knob, and with one raised eyebrow finally asked;

"Shall we?"