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Chapter 14

When Clara woke up she felt surprisingly well rested for the amount of workout she had gotten the previous night. The sun tickled her nose and she could feel Malcolm tighten his arm around her in his embrace, hugging her closely from behind. They were still naked and she wouldn't have thought how much she actually enjoyed feeling his skin on her own.

"I can't believe I'm really fucking my intern," Malcolm mumbled sleepily, planting a couple of sloppy kisses on the skin of her neck.

Clara giggled in reply, tickled by caresses. "Can't believe I'm fucking my boss," she responded to his kisses by pressing her arse against his crotch and if she wasn't too much mistaken Clara could feel his erection rub against her cheeks.

Malcolm moaned softly. "Then we should repeat until we believe it."

Clara was about to agree to his suggestion, however when she opened her eyes all the cosiness suddenly vanished when her gaze fell on the alarm clock on his bedside table.

"Shit!" Clara cursed and sat up instantly.

"Hey, what-"

"It's half past nine!" Clara turned around to yell at him and immediately saw the look of shock on his face when the realisation was beginning to dawn on him. They had overslept by one and a half hour.

"Fuck!" Malcolm yelled and jumped out of bed, looking down at himself, "Fuck! I'm fucking sweaty and hungry and. . . fuck!"

"No time for a shower," Clara determined quickly, "We'll eat on the way and I'm just going to have a quick wash."

Suddenly his hands were around her waist, his stomach and crotch pressed flat to her back, keeping her from going anywhere. "We could shower together. Saves time. And water."

"No," Clara replied determinedly and turned around to see the look on his face. "No time for your morning wood. Get dressed!"

Malcolm glared at her. "I thought I was the boss," he growled in reply.

"Not in the bedroom," she patted him on the cheek before turning around and heading in the direction of the bathroom.

A look in the mirror confirmed the nasty suspicion she had already had last night. A large lovebite was covering her neck and Clara would have a hard time concealing that one with make up. When all her attempts at covering it up failed miserably Clara decided to simply wear a polo neck jumper. Less than 15 minutes later they both stepped outside where their car was already waiting.

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Clara groaned as she sat down inside the car next to him and Malcolm threw her a worried look.

"Everything alright?" he asked her.

"Yeah," Clara glanced at the driver before looking straight at him, winking, "Must have bruised my back a little last night."

He couldn't help the hint of a proud smirk that crossed over his face when he looked at Clara. She was younger, beautiful, classy. She was smart and witty, the perfect kind of woman and she was sleeping with him. Hadn't she been his intern he could have showed her off at last night's charity event or any other opportunity and every man in the room would have been jealous, every man in the room would have wanted to trade places with him if only because of Clara. But she was his intern and their liaison had to remain a secret. The press would have a field day if any of it came to light.

"Is something wrong?" Clara suddenly tore him from his thoughts, "You look a little glum."

"It's nothing," Malcolm shook his head, but the thought wouldn't leave him. She wouldn't be his intern forever – but once she was no longer his intern, she would be off, back to Blackpool. "Just not really keen on this photo shoot. That's all."

Nicola and her team were already waiting in front of the school and they were impatient by the looks of it. While Clara drove off in their car to get them both coffee and some breakfast Malcolm went to greet the others.

"You're late," Nicola remarked, not without looking utterly smug.

"What the fuck are you on about?" Malcolm asked her, knowing that there was more to follow. Maybe a lecture, maybe something else. She seemed too fucking pleased about the fact.

"Oh, nothing," she smiled at the photographer that was beginning to have them pose in front of the school doors, "Just what I heard about last night."

He snorted. "What about that?"

Nicola gave a small shrug. "Just that Ollie says you're having an affair with your new intern and that you went into a jealous rage yesterday."

That little cunt! Malcolm glanced over to where Ollie was standing, typing something into his phone. Oh, he'd have a little chat with him later, that was for certain.

"You're not even denying it," Nicola noted.

"Why the fuck would I?" Malcolm replied, "Do you really think that if it was true I would share that piece of information with Ollie? Oh, come on. You're not as daft as you look, Nicola."

Malcolm put on a smile for the camera, even though he didn't particularly feel like smiling at all. If those rumours got out, they could cause trouble for him and for Clara. He needed to shut Ollie up before it was too late.

While Nicola was already heading into one of the classrooms to talk in front of their political science class Malcolm finally had the chance. Before Ollie could disappear through the classroom door as well Malcolm grabbed him by the neck of his shirt and pulled him into the nearest restroom.

"Malcolm, what's the matter with-"

"How dare you spread rumours about me like that?!" he yelled at him and to his delight Ollie flinched at the sharpness of his voice, "How fucking dare you?!"

He laughed. "Malcolm, you need to chill. So what if you're fucking her, I even envy you a li-"

"I am not fucking my intern," Malcolm raised his index finger to Ollie's face, "And I'm warning you. If I hear another fucking word about that I will find a spiked mace, trust me!"

Ollie sneered at him. "If it's not true then why are making a scene right now?"

"Because if the press picks up on this rumour they will use it! The opposition will use it! Have you considered that?"

Suddenly the idiot gulped and Malcolm realized that he hadn't thought about it for a second. And now he was finally beginning to realize the trouble he could have caused by spreading rumours, whether they were true or not. But Malcolm would hardly admit that in front of Ollie.

"I'm glad we've come to an agreement," Malcolm hissed and turned around on his heels, storming out of the bathroom when suddenly the phone in his pocket rang. The Prime Minister. That could only mean one thing: more bad news.