xviii. Green
They go to a state dinner (because they work for the President and they have to) just like always, except this time…he's going with her. Practically a goddess. Aphrodite incarnate. They eat, drink, dance, mingle, insert verb here when suddenly he walks up to them.
"Ainsley! Hey!" He leans in to kiss her amicably. He invites her to dance, smiling smugly at him. She shrugs, smiling, as if to say that she can't do anything about it. His hands ride too low on her hips, and they're too close. He's never wanted to hurt a man more in his life.