Title Angel
- Category Romance. I'll leave you to guess who's who!
- Rating G.
- West Wing = Not mine...
- Short summary "I'm going insane"
- Author's name Mintley
Maybe I should go over and say hi? I saw her over there five minutes ago, so she wouldn't mind? No. Maybe I should sit here and finish this? Good idea, I mean, what's up with me? I'm thinking of stopping work just to go over and say hi to her? I'm insane, it's official. This wasn't the case six weeks ago, and even that was stupid. I mean, I've seen her in loads of beautiful outfits, from the suits to those cute jeans she wears from time to time. But this was exquisite. Six weeks ago, the White House held a fancy dress Gala. The theme was countries. I was a Canadian Mountie, complete with red coat and hat. Everything was fine until she walked in. She was England, "Pride and Prejudice." To quote her. Dark blue floor-sweeping gown, pearl choker nestled at her neck, her long hair was in curls and piled on her head. I was too wrapped up watching her glide along the East Room, smiling and laughing at everyone I totally forgot what the rest were wearing and doing. It's been downhill ever since. Yesterday I was in a meeting and she came in. To get me! She's a great person to walk with. Man, this is bad! Worse bit is I don't know what to do. Well, it's late. I need some sleep. I'm going home and finishing this in the morning.
The next morning I walk into my office and was just about to put my briefcase and my sofa, when I noticed it's already full. With her! I'm used to seeing everyone else but not her. I watch her, debating how to wake her up, but she's so beautiful asleep it'll be hard. I kneel down, brush her hair away from her face and kiss her on the forehead. Her eyes flutter open and look at me. "Hi, sleepy-head. Did you sleep well?"
Her face is paler than usual. "Yeah, fine. You?"
"Couldn't complain." It was about you, me and Paris. "Do you want me to get you anything while you get changed?"
Her eyes drift to the suit on the chair. "Yeah, a decaf coffee. Two sugars, milk."
"Anything else?"
"No."
"Ok."
I close the blinds, shut the door and order Ginger and Bonnie to tell anyone who comes, I'll be five minutes. Eight minutes later, I knock on my door and she opens it.
"Leo phoned. He wants to know when the speech will be done?"
She looks like an angel. "Here's your coffee. I'll give it him later."
Her eyes light up. "Thanks. Is it done?"
"Nearly. Needs a bit of tweaking."
I smile. Her face turns from happy to sudden bewilderment. "Why are you smiling?"
"No reason. Shouldn't he be in now?"
She nods, bewilderment gone and picks her stuff up.
"Do you need any help?"
Shaking her head, she goes out of the door. Then turns, comes back over and kisses me on the cheek. "Thank you."
Then leaves. I need to wrap up this speech. Nevertheless she's still beautiful and I hope Josh knows this. In fact I wonder if the whole West Wing knows they're working with a real-life angel. Ok. The. Speech. Needs. To. Be. Finished.
Man! I wish I was Josh.