Chapter 2: The President's Wife

Edward wasn't vain (or so he believed), just practical about knowing how he was handsome and beautiful. He didn't live in Washington D.C., but he decided that it was high time he visited the capitol of his country, so he got on a train and headed off. During the train ride, there were: 4 ass grabs, 34 blown kisses (both sexes), 17 whistles, and God knows how many faints from passers by. It always pleased Edward to have a successful train ride. After all, train rides were the best way to share yourself with others.

He decided that since he'd come to the capitol, he'd better see the best thing there is to see: the White House. The tour lady was flustered during most of the tour, as was everyone else near Edward. He knew that he'd caused a stir, which meant that none of these people would ever forget him. I so happy to help them all out with my beauty thought Edward, gazing at the paintings from the past.

Meanwhile, Linda, the first lady, was walking around her house when she smelled something. It normally wouldn't have caught her attention, but the smell was so…provocative and sexy. Linda had never known that a person or thing could actually smell so incredible, so she went off to find the person who carried the smell, not knowing what she would find.

While the first lady was off hunting the owner of the sexy smell, the owner himself was staring hard at the painting of Lincoln. How could the most famous president who ever lived be so unattractive? Perhaps he was the thing of his time, but still, ugh. Edward knew that all should share his body, but who would want a beard and a hat like that near them?

"Staring at Lincoln too?" asked a woman from behind.

"Yes, after all, he was a great man." Edward started to lean closer to touch the painting, but the woman pulled him back. "Don't," she whispered. "Security would be on you in a heartbeat."

"And even the first lady wouldn't be able to persuade them?" asked Edward innocently.

Linda pulled away from the sexy man while saying, "You knew?" Almost no one outside of politics knew who she was by her face.

Edward laughed, drawing closer to her while engulfing her faint smell of perfume. "I always know a person of great power when I see them and you, my lavender flower, have an aura of power that's a mile wide."

His words made Linda feel light on her feet. Who was this incredibly hot and sexy man, who seemed to know how to make her go faint in the knees? Maybe I can get the FBI to get me his files…thought the first lady. She quickly regained her composure and stammered, "I-I should probably call security just because you're without a group."

Edward grinned, drawing in closer to the first lady's face. "I don't think you'll do that just yet, anyway."

Linda backed against the wall, trying to start up her heart again. Edward certainly had quite an effect on her. "Why's that?" she gasped out. His hands were now inching slowly downward towards the back zipper on the skirt.

"Well, I suppose you have two choices. The first is to call security and end it now. Or," His voice dropped down to a barely audible whisper. "You can see where this takes us. However, know this: I'm only yours for today. That is," he slowly brushed against her side, so she would clearly know what he was feeling, "if you'll have me."

Linda knew she shouldn't gasp but it escaped her mouth without warning. By God, she felt like a school girl with her first crush. I suppose it is like that in some ways...She thought, bemused. Ever since Richard had become the president, their sex life had been zero. It was like smoking everyday and then suddenly having no cigarettes on the planet. And right here was a semi-sane man willing and ready to offer what she'd craved for so long. It didn't take long to say, "Alright, but not here."

"Then lead on to the bedroom, flower, and lead on."