It was early November. Election night. Months of grueling days and late nights had led up to this moment.
Adam Green knew it would be tough to win in a blue state that hadn't elected a Republican governor since 2002. But Adam had something special. He had his campaign manager. He had Audrey.
And boy, did he have Audrey.
He had had Audrey on his desk, against his car, in a doctor's office. And he had had her every which way--on her knees, tied to the bed, up her magnificent ass. Damn, she was flexible.
To be honest, Adam had been kind of distracted since August, since that first night they kissed. It had been hard to stay focused on the campaign when he had his beautiful Audrey. That relationship had just escalated so quickly. When he was with her, everything else seemed to drop away.
But now the campaign was merely history. Tonight, they could only wait for the election results. Audrey had rented out the entire rooftop bar at the Gansevoort Hotel in Manhattan.
It was an unusually warm night for early November. A hundred or so of Adam's supporters were having drinks, mingling around the open bar and the pool deck.
The sun had set. The Empire State Building was lit red, white, and blue for the evening. Audrey stood by the edge, watching the reflection of a million lights dance along the Hudson River.
She felt a hand brush quickly along her slim waist. Adam! So brazen to touch her like this in public, but subtle enough that it could have been seen as an accident. But when she turned her head, and saw the twinkle in Adam's eye, she knew it was no accident.
Before heading over, Adam had ditched his navy suit for a jet black tuxedo. And he looked... so hot. Is that how you're supposed to dress on election night? She didn't think so. But she also didn't mind. Adam had a way of being a little bit...inappropriate. And in her little black dress, they looked like a matched pair.
He stepped beside her, their hands brushing ever so lightly. They gazed out across the water. It could have been five minutes. It could have been an hour. It didn't matter. Their feelings filled the silence. It was love, but tonight it wasn't the kind of love that made you want to drive down the coast in a convertible, singing along to Katy Perry. Tonight their love felt deeper.
Adam had given Audrey the key to his heart, a key he didn't know he had, a heart that had never been unlocked like this before. Audrey had twisted and turned that key, while Adam struggled in pain until that lock was burst open, spilling rays of love outward not just to Audrey, but to a wider world. Other people in Adam's life had felt the love, too.
"Mr. Green," interrupted one of his junior campaign staff. "The 10 o'clock news is on. They're going to report the results."
Adam and his Democratic opponent had been neck and neck in the polls, and there had been no point in letting his heart jump up and down as precincts across the state reported in one by one. But by this hour, all the polls had closed, and the results were in.
A newscaster appeared on the large TV above the bar. The crowd fell silent.
Adam's opponent had won.
A low chortling of boos from the rooftop crowd. A few demands for a recount. One person began to grumble about election fraud.
But Adam felt...calm. He looked at Audrey. She looked back at him with those eyes. Those eyes! Oh, the sparkle in those eyes that made his heart leap!
Her look said I love you; everything will turn out ok.
Adam stepped up to small podium and made a brief concession speech, congratulating his opponent, and encouraging his supporters to give the new governor a chance. "This is how democracy works," he told them. "We'll have another chance in a few years."
And as he stepped away from the podium, Audrey whispered into his ear, "Room 416."
