Genny sighed with pleasure as he kissed her. She’d wanted it to be his choice. She’d wanted it to be his choice during dinner, and before that in the museum. Truth be told, she’d wanted it to be his choice since that very first chance meeting at the U.N. in the Dag Hammarskjöld Library six months before. Though she’d have laughed at anyone who had told her so at the time.
She didn’t need a man. Her life was too full. Her last lover had been Klaus. He had been a good lover, right until she was named Chief of Unit for Southeast Asia World Heritage and he was passed over as Assistant Chief of Northern Africa. Then he had been not so good.
Perhaps the President would be her next lover. The way he kissed her made that a definite possibility. He might be a world leader, but he also smelled and
