Alicia is P.O.T.U.S - Eric Bittle
President’s son such a snore VP’s daughter reaches for bottom shelf bore-deaux? (Rookie Rag)
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His phone buzzes constantly from Camilla.
[Cammy] Told you they’d call me out for drinking cheap wine
[Jack] They called me a bore too
[Cammy] Pfft, you’re hot you don’t need to be interesting.
[Cammy] You’re not boring
[Jack] Getting a little deep in there eh?
[Cammy] It’s a waste of a pun that’s all I’m saying.
[Cammy] *Heart emoji* Love you.
Georgia is the first face he sees when he opens the door to the dining room so he doesn’t temper his smile in time to see his mother step in front of her with her own stately one.
“Sweetheart.” She sounds bright, maternal yet still presidential, but there’s a tautness around her eyes that betrays her uncertainty. It makes him feel guilty, and then annoyed that she’s trying to guilt trip him when he did nothing wrong. He lets her press a kiss to his cheek for appearances even though Georgia couldn’t manage the president’s son without knowing some of the uglier sides of their relationship.
“How was the shelter?”
“Crowded.” He steps past the door and spots him. A lean, compact blonde man with a phone gripped tightly in one hand and a smile so radiant Jack fights the urge to squint. “Erm, hello.”
The man walks forward hand eagerly outstretched and Jack’s eyes snag on- is that bowtie? “Mr Zimmermann,” he drawls, “it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Eric Bittle.”
“Jack, Eric is the newest member of our social media team.” His mother says.
Shitty, or rather Nurse, wasn’t kidding about this guy. He’s handsome, possibly devastatingly so. Jack shakes his hand. His grip is strong, his eyes are round and brown and warm and Jack feels a spark as their palms slide together that he dismisses as static.
“Jack.” He replies.
“I know.” Eric says with a wry smile and a wink.
Jack feels the room heat up. Eric clears his throat delicately and breaks their clasp.
“Eric will be helping out with your social media accounts.” Georgia doesn’t even try not to look like she’s having a blast with this.
“No choice in this either huh?” Jack says in a tone just jovial enough that nobody present yesterday would recognise the snide remark for what it is.
Georgia interjects before he can get into an ill advised public sniping match with his mother. “Come on Jack. We talked about this. You need a social media presence.”
‘Uhhh’ his brain groans.