Cameron x Nash Short Stories - cash -

Inevitable Withdrawal

Cameron POV

I wait for him in the hotel room, it's night time. We meet in the same room every week on the 23rd floor of this lavish hotel. I'm not sure why he's so insistent that it be the same room, they all look same.

I have nervous butterflies in my stomach, I always do. I always worry that he won't show, and the feeling doesn't leave until I'm in his arms.

I'm sitting on the bed, my leg bouncing in anticipation. I suppose I shouldn't have gotten attached and yet I did. I couldn't resist it even though, I know this isn't meant to last. How can it? He's a powerful United States Senator and I'm his lowly intern. But God, do I love him. God, do I hope that somehow we have a future together. It's interesting that he's younger than me but a hundred times more successful, I was a late bloomer I suppose.

I can still remember the first time we met, how scared I was to introduce myself. He had a reputation on Capitol Hill for being demanding and having a very low tolerance for incompetence. He barely even noticed me when his assistant introduced his new interns. But his electric blue eyes penetrated my soul and I was immediately infatuated with him. I watched him for the first few weeks of my internship, I learned his likes and his dislikes. I learned exactly how he likes his coffee and what he orders for lunch, it was the same thing every day. A BLT sandwich with no mayo, he likes seasoned oil on his toasted bread and extra bacon with an Arizona iced tea.

I learned how he likes his schedule to be laid out, which seat he likes to have on flights. I learned how he likes his presentations, which order he wants his meetings set up; he hates meeting with the ancient Senator from Texas first thing in the morning, he doesn't have the tolerance for his crazy ramblings that early. I learned exactly how he likes his conference room set up, I made myself an expert of Senator Nash Grier of North Carolina.

He slowly started to notice that everything I did was to his exact preference and specification. I was meticulous in all that I did for him from picking up his dry cleaning to setting up meetings with the President.

I remember the first time he looked right into my eyes and asked me my name instead of staring down at his phone or whatever he had in his hand at the time. My heart started pounding out of my chest, I swear he could hear it because he had this sexy smirk on his face. I was embarrassed to have stuttered my name but he didn't comment on it. He just murmured my name to himself, as if memorizing it.

After that moment I was his intern of choice. I traveled with him everywhere, I set up all his meetings, his flights and his hotel rooms. His trust in me grew, he started allowing me to have access to his phone, his iPad, his computer. He started allowing me to attend the meetings I set up. The things I learned in those meeting were invaluble for a young political science graduate just getting his feet wet in Washington. Other interns would try to quiz me on the things I saw or how to get into Nash's good graces but I never told them anything. They probably thought it was because I wanted to have a leg up on them but it was only because I didn't want to share him with anyone else.

I met some of the most important people in the world. We spent almost all of our time together. The only time we were apart was when he went home to his wife in their lavish penthouse condo and I went to my run down apartment where other poor interns like myself lived.

But just because I physically left him doesn't mean I emotionally left him or mentally left him. He was always on my mind. My infatuation grew into love. I looked forward to working with him every day, when his attention was on me, I felt like I was the only person in his world. I would stare at him unashamedly while we were on the plane and he was sleeping. My eyes would drink in his beautiful face, his plump lips. I imagined what it would feel like to have his lips on mine. I knew that all I would ever have were fantasies because he was married, he was married to the beautiful, blonde-haired Lea Grier. They always looked so in love in their pictures together. I had never met her and I had even wondered when Nash actually spent time with her because even on the weekends he and I were together pouring over his calender and setting up the incoming week.