“I’m sorry, Senator,” I whisper.
A smile appears on his face. I don’t know if that’s a good or bad sign. “A young person who knows their senator by sight? How refreshing.”
In a pathetically small voice, I say, “I don’t have any money.”
“I could’ve guessed that by the state of your car and clothes.”
My face turns hot. I almost ask, What’s wrong with my clothes? My shirt and jeans may not have designer labels, but they’re clean and in okay condition.
“You have two options,” he says. “I can call the cops and report you for attempted hit and run. Or…”
I whisper, “Or what?”
His smile becomes wicked.
WORD COUNT: 4,600
A sexy short story about a young woman and a handsome senator!
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