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Out of the Woods

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Out of the Woods


~March 1979~


31-year-old Hillary Rodham had just been sworn in as junior Senator from Illinois a few months prior. Her reputation had proceeded her. She was brilliant, dedicated, accomplished, tough, and very opinionated. Everything that made most men cower in her presence. Something she secretly loved.

There was man though that stood out in her mind. Another young junior Senator from Arkansas. There was just something about the way he spoke, deep voice, thick accent, profound knowledge, that pulled her in right from the beginning. He was tall and handsome and the way she caught him looking at her brought a smile to her lips and heat settle between her thighs.

They had met a few times before. Now there were going to be on the same committee together. One for public education. Bill had tried to get out of it. He wanted to focus more on an economic committee but once he found out that Senator Rodham had not only joined the team but had suggested him as well, his mind was quickly made up.

There was a light tap on her office door. “Senator Rodham?”

A thick Arkansas accent flooded her ears. She slowly lifted her eyes to find its owner leaned up against the doorjamb. “Senator Clinton.” she smiled. “What can I do for you?”

“I’m returning your call.”

“Funny, I don’t see a phone in your hand.”

“I prefer face to face.” he said. “So, what did you want to talk about?”

She abandoned her work and walked over to where he was. “I was just going to invite you for dinner.”

Bill was so intrigued, but he didn’t want to seem overly eager. “I already have plans.”

“Cancel them.”

“It’s business.” he replied. “Senator Dalton and I have a lot to go over.”

“Dalton?” she huffed. “You’re seriously going to pick dinner with him over dinner with me?”

Bill couldn’t seem to figure her out. She was incredibly smart, sharp and witty. Beautiful and demanding. She evoked something in him that no other woman ever had. She exuded a sense of power and intimidation.

“Is that how they do things up North?”

“I’m not sure what you mean, but we’re not as backward as the South.” she rubbed the salt in just a little. “Besides I was always taught to speak my mind.”

Somehow this woman robbed him of all coherent thought. “Southern women are just a little more reserved.”

“Mm.” she sighed. “I think you mean submissive. But have it your way.” she walked away from him. “Enjoy dinner with Henry. He’s about a hundred and ten. Dinner with him takes forever.”

Bill watched as she sat back down behind her desk. “I’ll pick you up at eight, Senator Rodham.”

“Seven.” she turned her attention back to her paperwork in front of her. “And please no plaid, Senator.”

“I wouldn’t dream of embarrassing you, your highness.” He bowed low and graceful, bringing a bright smile to her lips.

“Thank you, sir.”


He arrived at her townhouse right at seven o’clock. The door was opened after two knocks. And there she was in a short black cocktail dress, cleavage exposed, hugging her waist, flaring our over hips and stopping well above the knee. Dark curly hair swept up exposing her delicate neck. His eyes slid over her body cataloguing every last inch of her.

“Like what you see, Clinton?”

“Um.” suddenly his mouth was dry, his ability to speak gone.

“Would you like to come in or would you like to continue to ogle me from my front stoop?”

Bill stepped inside and she closed the door behind him. “Sorry, I’m just used to seeing you….” he trailed off, biting down on his bottom lip as his eyes drank her in. “You look incredible. Absolutely beautiful.”

She had a brilliant smile that reached her eyes. “Thank you.” she replied. “I was beginning to think that Southern charm thing was a myth.”

His ability to turn on his usual charm didn’t even work with her. He had no idea what was happening to him in her presence. “You’re different.”

An eyebrow went up. “What?”

“It’s different with you.” he found his words. “You’re different from any other woman I’ve ever met.”

“Is that such a bad thing?”

“No.” he smiled. “I just feel out of my element with you.”

Hillary closed in the space between them. “Well, maybe you should relax.” she told him. “I don’t bite. Not hard anyway.”

He was completely enamored with her. “Good to know, Senator.”

“It’s Hillary.”

“Hillary.” he repeated. And she immediately decided she liked the way he said her name, the way it rolled off his tongue in his Southern accent. And somehow she just knew it would sound even better with him naked and underneath her.

“Much better.” she smiled. “Where would you like to go?”

“Anywhere your heart desires, darlin’.”