I just want to be the other woman
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Rachel POV
'This is not a good house to perform anything dirty, Derek.' I shake my head, watching the magnificent glamorous top to floor window.
He look at me with mild puzzlement as he place my bag on the couch. I am not getting used to it, I mean, Derek wasn't customized to look domestic, and yet, he is carrying my bag like the bell boy in a hotel.
'Look at the window, we can't do much without exposing ourselves. Feels like a scene from The Girl On The Train where Emily Blunt can see Luke Evans and Haley Bennett having sex. Have you watched it by the way?'
'The room isn't, unless you want to do it in my mother's precious sofa?' He chuckles. 'No, I haven't watch.'
'We'll have plenty of time to watched it, right? But what's your plan for today?' I went to hug him from his back, looking excitedly at his face, like a five year old getting ready for her first Disneyland trip.
'The beach is obviously off limits, the shops and restaurant as well.'
I'm having a bad feeling about this, my enthusiasm seems to gradually fall like the currency graph. I remained silent, maybe he got something up his sleeves.
'Rachel, forgive me if we have to be hidden, it's something I can't change until,' he shrugged, mentally seeking for the right words.
'Oh, stop it, Derek, I have accepted that we are going to hell.' Although I hate to admit that, but I wanted to know what the future might hold for me, if we were to continue with our daredevilry. Prince Charles married Camilla ultimately after years of endurance, and she gets to stand in the Buckingham's balcony every year without fail.
Derek looks at me with those thoughtful eyes, they were full of gratefulness. His eyes, the reflection of ocean, they glare into mine, sending a whole strings of shiver that ignites the warmth I'm feeling in my body.
'I hope you won't mind, I decided we will be having dinner, served by me.' He plant a kiss at my knuckles.
'Served by you, or cooked by you?' I half chortled and half doubtful. I'm not used to a domestic Derek.
'I didn't hire any cook, so, yes, I'm doing the cooking.'
'Do you need my help? I have a certificate in handling food.'
'Is that because you don't trust me?' He pulled me closer to him, like he is arresting me for not trusting him.
'Alright, alright, I'll love to see you in apron, I might tweet that, Derek Hoffer, you better give me a decent meal that I can flaunt to nobody else, but me.'
He laugh, I can see that he is enjoying this vacation, even though it just started.
I save the lingerie for tonight, because if I show up with that, I don't think he will be cooking, and my hunger will hinder our mandatory activities in the later part. I need to eat, you can't expect a hungry lady to perform to her ultimate level.
I walked around the house for a quick tour, starting from our room on the second floor, after I place my bag into the dressing room. They have a jacuzzi as well. This is so perfect for indoor after all.
'Do you like something to drink, babe?' Derek shouts from the kitchen. Babe? Wow, we are starting the pet name for each other now? He didn't know I secretly refer him as Superman, since he started the General Zod codename for Gavinski.
I walked down the stair, unable to contempt my exhilaration.
He took a look at me, 'What evil thoughts you have in mind right now?' He continues to chop the tomatoes. It seems like we are having spaghetti for dinner.
'Did you just called me babe?' Smiling sheepishly, I look at him like a doll, propping my elbow on the counter table and puts my chin on my hand.
'You don't like that?' He asked, now he is chopping the onion. A President that can cook, how sexy is that? I always thought Gordon Ramsay was hot when he took the stove, although, minus a little vulgarities would be pleasant, but I never thought Derek could do that as well, and the best is, he is mine.
'I adore it.' I'm glad I coated the new mascara I bought, it makes my eyes looks attractive when I look into his eyes. 'There must be something I can help you with, I'm not used to watching people cook and lend no helping hand at all.'
'You can open the white wine and pour me a glass, I'm thirsty.'he suggested. Oh God, is this man even real? He is so good looking in every way, even when he chops the onion.
'Do you want me to feed you from my mouth?' I teased him. Derek chuckles and shakes his head. 'Nah, I don't want to suffer from hunger by giving you an erection.' I went to get a bottle opener and the glass from the cabinet, they were very neat, spotless clean as well. I wonder if that's the job of the housekeeper or Reva Hoffer. Seems like I have his family tree memorized, like Sheldon Cooper remembers the periodic table.
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'I do know a thing or two about wine.' I swirl the glass, sniffing the smell of the Sauvignon Blanc I pirated in Reva Hoffer's collection. 'I had a few lesson about beverages before I started my job.'
'I hope my mother's wine doesn't disappoint you.'
'Oh, don't say that,' I throw a hand at him, 'when I am going through major life crisis, cheap wine does fine for me.' I giggles. 'The pasta seems really delicious, I thought you had Guy Savoy done for you secretly.' I complemented.
Derek let out a confident grin, accepting my praise without holding back. 'What was your major life crisis about?' He asked while twirling his pasta.
I thought for a while. I can't remember which one I should mention, because sometimes, when the laundry gets tumble up because I didn't wash it for a week, it became classified as life crisis as well.
'When I broke up with my college boyfriend?' I shrugged.
'Really?' He notches up his brow. 'Do you love him a lot?'
'I have a thing for nerdy guy, and a sexy nerd can be a bonus. Nerd is the new black, I don't know what I'm saying, but you get what I mean. He wasn't a jerk or something, we just, he have no time for me, that's all.' Sauvignon Blanc might have release my self control, I'm babbling everything without restriction.
He stops eating for a while, absorbing what I said to him. Did I said something wrong? 'Rachel, what if I don't have time for you as well? My schedule is very unpredictable.'
I'm not ready for this serious talk. Why can't we just go with the flow? We should flirting, my leg should be teasing his under the table, that is what tonight should be.
'I don't know, Derek, unless you move me physically inside the White House? I can be your chambermaid and do exclusive service for you.' I wriggle my brow, like a really unsexy way of seducing him. But I'm not really seducing him, the point is, I just want to lighten the mood. Sauvignon Blanc may bring out the best or worst conversation.
He chuckles, as usual, he became speechless every time I suggested anything that is unexpected. But the chambermaid part is said out of honesty. I can't believe my dirty thoughts become so obvious now.
'Honestly, Rachel, I've been a little guilty towards you.' He held my hand and squeezed a little, rubbing my knuckles with him thumb.
'If it assures you, I can tell you honestly, I don't want to be the First Lady. I just want to be the other woman.' This time, fragments of my honesty is reaching to him. I'm not ready to be an icon yet. Politics and Rachel Woods does not go well together like ham and cheese.
He nodded, like he really appreciate that I'm not forcing him into anything. Sometimes I wonder if the reason why I lost four of my parents is because of Derek? I don't mean Derek kills them, but, imagine, what if my mothers asked me about my boyfriend? I can't possible says "the guy in the television addressing the nation? Yes, that's my boyfriend, he got a wife by the way" I won't tell Derek about this because it's going to ignite his guiltiness and tonight there won't be sex in the Jacuzzi.
'By the way, I saw a jacuzzi in the second floor.' I used those chirpy tone, like a young girl asking for marshmallow.
'Seems like you have it all plan.' He flashes me a smile, drawing me into his blue eyes. I can't stress more that he is the hottest politician alive.