100° and Rising
QuillandDagger
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"Of course, Senator Harris. I'm ready for anything you put on me."
Kamala's eyebrow arches, and I realize too late how that might sound. My cheeks burn, and I fight the urge to fan myself.
"Good," she says, her tone rich with amusement and something darker. "Because I plan on working you very hard when we get back to the office."
The car slows to a stop, and I realize we've arrived at my apartment building. As I gather my things, my hands trembling slightly, Kamala's final words follow me out of the car:
"Rest up this weekend. You're going to need it."