The Bad Boys of Capitol Hill (3 page)

P.I.T.A stood for pain in the ass; it was the nickname some of the guys had pinned on the president's daughter. I hadn't met her on this last mission thank heavens, because from the stories I'd heard she was a fucking handful. There were rumors of midnight escapes out White House windows. Disguising herself and joining tourist groups so she could escape her detail. Fuck if I need that headache on top of everything else I have going on in my life.

"Get someone else." I folded my arms and glared across the desk at him.

"Well, well, well, the guerillas in the jungle didn't do it; the rebels couldn't pull it off, but one little girl just might.”

"Fuck off uncle, you know this is bullshit."

What had I done to bring down the wrath of the big guy upstairs on my head? In the last few weeks I've dealt with a stalker; been almost accused of sexual misconduct; thank goodness there were other witnesses there to refute that fuckery and I averted that nightmare, and now this bullshit.

Danielle Carlson is her father's little darling; everyone knew the love the president had for his little girl and how overly indulgent he was, because she's been motherless since age three. At eighteen she should've been on her way to college like so many White House daughters before her, but this little darling was fated to stay at sixteen hundred Pennsylvania Ave.

The reason being that they had been so many attempts to grab her in the first year of her father's term that it was thought prudent to keep her under lock and key. So instead of heading off to one of the nation's Ivy League schools, she was being tutored by the world's best in the privacy of her home.

By all accounts she was a little brain on top of everything else, so I can only imagine that added to her acting out. She'd been at that age when she wanted to spread her wings and fly, only to have her wings clipped.

Now three years later at twenty-one, she was still very much daddy's little girl. Never too far from her father's shadow, even when he made trips out of state, or traveled abroad to fulfill his duties.

"Come on Kevin buck up, you can handle one little girl can't you? Besides, most of those stories are probably exaggerated anyway you know that."

Somehow I didn't think so; some of the guys that have come back with the horror stories were friends, men I'd served with, who weren't easily shaken. To a man they'd all threatened to quit after just one week with America's little sweetheart.

My first day on the job and the kid's not going to make it.

"We're not stopping here."

"Why not?"

"Because I said so."

"Excuse me, but you're not the boss of me, in fact, you work for me."

"The hell I do; now take your hand away from there, because if you jump out of this jeep I promise I'll run your little ass over." She made a choking sound and her eyes were shooting fire at me.

"How dare you, you can't speak to me like that."

"I'm pretty sure I just did."

"I'll tell my dad."

"The fuck I care, while you're at it tell him that his daughter is a pain in the ass. You're twenty-one years old you're not a little girl, act like it and stop making people's lives difficult with your bullshit. Now did you get everything on that list of yours?"

"Yes sir."

Fuck it, now she's sulking.

"Cut that shit out it won't work on me; look, I have a sister your age so I know how your kind operates."

"My kind?" Now she's affronted, tough.

"Yeah, fucked up post teens, young adults, not quite mature, rabid ass animals who are society's cross to bear."

"You're mental you know that what's your sister's name."

"Casey why?"

Before I could stop her she snatched my cell from my waist and turned it on.

"Give that back Danielle."

"Nope."

She knew I couldn't do anything; she was in the back seat, traffic was a nightmare and I have to keep focused on the road and our surroundings. Fuck me.

"Hello is this Casey Jackson?"

I guess she got her answer.

"This is Danielle Carlson." The deafening scream that came through the phone could probably be heard in Alexandria. Dani was grinning like a fool as my baby sister rattled off whatever the heck she was saying on the other line. All I heard was 'uh-huh, yeah, you're telling me, sure when?' I didn't like the sounds of that and was giving serious thought to pulling over, before she dropped the phone back on the front passenger seat next to me. Pain in the ass!

“What was that all about?”

“Wouldn’t you just like to know?”

I glared at her in the rear view mirror but she just smirked back.

"Dad, Kevin's being mean to me again."

"Kev, why are you being mean to our girl?"

Our girl, yeah get him. Three weeks and I'm still here; the longest lasting agent, apparently I was supposed to feel honored by this; what I felt was put upon.

I've done everything in my power to get released from my duties, but nothing I did worked. For some stupid ass reason this crazy chick really liked me. That first day she'd ran into her dad's private office and told him how great I was and how they had to keep me, you could've blown me over with a feather.

"Sir, her and Casey are up to one of their harebrained schemes and I'm putting my foot down."

"Aw come on Kev, live a little; the girls are young and carefree let them have their fun."

He's bat shit crazy too, all of them are; that's another thing. The little hellion went behind my back and invited Casey to the fucking White House.

Now you've got to understand, ever since I informed my family about my new position, my sister has been after me to meet Danielle. I had no intentions on ever bringing that about, but the little sneak made an end run around me. Now for the past three weekends these two have been tormenting my ass with their crap. I gave Danielle the stink eye as she poked her tongue out at me.

"Brat."

"Asshat."

"Come now you two play nice."

Yeah, I so love being scolded by the leader of the free world like I was a recalcitrant toddler. His new thing was having me stay over for dinner with them. I'm not sure, but I think she has something to do with that. My nosy ass sister had probably told her that my family wasn't in the city and I was all alone in my condo, which is just how I liked it.

The first time he'd offered I got out of it, but almost every night since then he's hoodwinked me into staying. He'd used my growing weakness against me. His daughter.

"I'm afraid one of these nights she's going to jump out the damn window again. She gets restless you know poor kid; isolated here as she is."

That had struck fear in my heart, because in the last few weeks while she'd been busy working my last damn nerve, she'd also been doing something else, something way more dangerous, to me anyway. She'd been climbing her way into my heart. So after he dropped his little bombshell on me I'd spent every night until bedtime hanging out with the president and his beautiful daughter.

At night alone in my bed I tried to talk myself down from my craziness; there was nowhere to go with this. Yes I found her beautiful and spirited and effervescent and sexy as fuck, but she was the daughter of the president of the untied states and if that wasn't bad enough, she was twelve years my junior. It would never happen.

"Don't do it babe." I uttered the words under my breath knowing they were futile; this is exactly what I've been trying to avoid, just this sort of situation. Danielle, Casey and a horde of their friends are partying at a club in Virginia; the good thing was that it was one of those places that catered to the elite. The bad; there was booze.

I'd never seen her drink before and now I knew why; two shots and a beer, and she was gone. Her friends were egging her on to climb on top the bar and shake her stuff.

Like hell; they were way too many young bloods in here with their tongues hanging out.

"Fuck, get down from there." I started moving forward as soon as she went topside; there were other agents here, which is the norm in a situation like this, but I was lead. When the first hand reached out and grabbed her I saw red; my vision went in and out for a second and I was suddenly there.

"Get your hands off her asshole." I flung the offensive limb aside as I reached up to lift her down. She wasn't too steady on the killer heels she was wearing; dude decided he was tired of living and threw a punch, which I blocked and countered with a roundhouse which sent him flying back into the crowd.

Fuck, what you would expect to happen happened and pretty soon there was a free for all. I grabbed her down and looked around for my sister; this is the worst fucking position for me to be in.

"Go Jackson we've got the others get her out."

Bottles as well as fists were flying; it was only a matter of time before furniture joined the melee.

I pulled her behind me using my body as a shield as we went; as soon as we were clear I pulled her around the side of the building away from any foot traffic and prying eyes.

"What the fuck was that; what did I say before we got here; do you not fucking listen ever are you that stupid?" I ranted at her for what felt like hours, but was only a few seconds at most, until I realized she wasn't giving me any of her usual sass. I looked down at her, she huddled against the wall, scared, that's what I saw, pure fear.

"Fuck baby come here." I drew her to me, her body was shaking and her breathing was shot. "It's okay I've got you."

"Please don't be mad at me." Her voice usually so bold and in your face, was weak and tinny.

"Ssh baby I'm not mad at you I was just scared okay."

She nuzzled her face into my neck like a kitten seeking love and attention.

"Kevin?"

Don't do it Jackson, it's a shit fuck thing to do, she's just a kid; you'll mess your whole life up don't...

Her lips touched the skin of my neck right where my pulse beat wildly. My cock grew and I just followed instinct.

It was the sweetest kiss I'd ever shared with a human being, deep, hot and sexy. Our tongues played together; there were no awkward moves, our breathing cooperated, and when her fingers crept into my hair I drew her closer, fitting her body just where I needed to feel her.

"Fuck!" I pulled my mouth away and looked down into her beautiful confused eyes.

"We can't do this."

"I'm pretty sure we just did."

Shit, she would use my own words against me.

"Let's get you home babe."

That night was the beginning of my hell on earth; that little girl gave pain in the ass a whole new meaning. Whenever we were alone, she did everything in her power to get my attention. But I was adamant that our one kiss was a heat of the moment mistake not to be repeated.

In the last month she's touched, brushed up against and accidentally flashed me, more times than I can count. Now she was changing up the act. Tonight I'm being treated to the silent treatment, I have to say I didn't like it one bit. She's been on the phone with some kid that my traitor of a sister introduced her to. Some overgrown asshole that had designs on what was mine.

Hold it...back the fuck up...no fuck that.

"Hang up the phone."

She looked up at me and held her finger up in the wait a minute gesture, before laughing into the phone. I don't know what came over me and who's to say where my self-control went.

I knew where her phone went though, right into the wall behind her head.

She jumped up from the couch to confront me, but it was the wrong day for that; there was no give in me, she'd pushed me too far.

"What the hell is your problem?" As if she didn’t fucking know the little cock tease, but hey, I’ll play along.

"I said get off the fucking phone." I towered over her breathing fire, I was at the end of my fucking rope here; the kid had finally done it.

"That's none of your concern."

"That's where you're wrong; everything you do is my damn concern." That seemed to piss her off for some reason and she flounced away from me before turning back to me spitting with fury.

"I'm more than just your damn job; I can talk to anyone I want to and you can't stop me."

"Try it."

"You're being an asshole."

"Right back at you."

"Oh I get it."

And then she brought out the big guns.

"You don't want me but no one else can have me is that it?"

"Stop pushing Danielle, nothing good can come from this."

"Why not?"

"Because you're who you are and I'm who I am."

"Bullshit, your family is one of the original settlers to our nation; you could buy and sell my dad ten times over so what exactly is the problem?"

"I'm not the man for you, I don’t do spoilt little girls."

She stumbled back like I'd slapped her and it took all my strength not to reach out to her, to take back every harsh word; but what good would that do? I couldn't give her what she wanted, couldn't take what I so desperately wanted to.

She seemed to regroup right before my eyes.

"Fine, then I'm calling Drew back and we're going to find somewhere private and away from you so he can screw my brains out."

I honestly don't know how my hand got around her throat, or how the other was wrapped around her hair.

"Over my dead body."

"You...can't...stop...me."

"Wrong answer."