The Grave: A Zombie Novel by Russ Watts Read Free Book Online Page B

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    Sophie Agnew had spent the night at the Hilton after the fundraiser and then travelled back to Washington the next day with her security detail. Back at the White House later in the day, she managed to find her husband in between meetings.
    “How was it?” asked Richard Agnew, greeting his wife in their private chambers.
    “ Well, they were hoping the President of the United States would show up, but I guess you were busy, hmm?” Sophie embraced her husband and ran her hands through his dark hair. “What was so busy that Richard Agnew couldn’t spend the evening with his wife?”
    “You know how it is, Sophie . I said I probably wouldn’t make it. How did you get on? Did White look after you?” Agnew squeezed the bridge of his nose together with his forefingers; trying to alleviate some of the pressure, he could feel building.
    “It was a great evening, shame you missed out. Maybe next year? Kelly is really taking the place in the right direction.”
    Agnew frowned.
    “Kelly Munroe, you remember her? From the museum? You – we – are sending her a big cheque tomorrow,” said Sophie.
    “Oh sure, fine. And White?”
    “Why? I know he’s your favourite, but he’s been looking after me for what – six, seven months? He could do with loosening up a bit, but he’s no trouble. I can handle him.”
    Agnew sat down in an armchair and rifled through some papers. “What with the G25 coming up and this damn conflict in the Yemen escalating, I barely had time to sneeze last night. I spent an hour on the phone with Senator Collins. Jeez, what an old woman. He needs putting right.”
    “I’m sure you can take care of him,” said Sophie as she changed. She had a couple of hours before her next engagement and wanted to freshen up. She had stripped down to her underwear and paused. “What else is it?” She noticed her husband was flicking through the papers in his hands, but not really looking at them, or her. “Another of your migraines?”
    “Hmm? Oh, sorry, it’s just we’ve got the ten year anniversary coming up and Collins was banging on about what we’re going to do: memorial services, ceremonies, media events, blah, blah, blah. As if I don’t have enough to do without that old gasbag in my ear every five minutes.”
    “Darling, you need to relax,” said Sophie. She checked to be sure that the bedroom door was locked and then walked over to her husband.
    Agnew heard the door click and looked up. Sophie had slipped off her bra and had her thumbs tucked into her panties. She was still svelte and being on her feet all day helped maintain her healthy figure. She was looking at him with those come-and-get-me eyes she usually reserved for special occasions.
    “It’s been a while, Richard. I’ve got a bit of spare time before I have to go out again. You don’t have to rush off do you?”
    He looked at his wife approaching him and then gathered up the papers. He looked at his watch and stood up. “Actually, I’ve got to go meet Verity. She’s giving us an update in the Oval office in a few minutes. We need to see what those Arabs have done now. I tell you, trying to keep on top of them is...”
    “ Shhh,” said Sophie, putting a finger to her husband’s lips. “You should just get on top of me,” she whispered. Sophie traced her fingers across his lips and chin, and then reached up to kiss him. Her tongue sought to open his mouth, but he pushed her away.
    “No, I’m busy Sophie, this isn’t the time.” Agnew marched over to the door and unlocked it.
    “Richard, darling,” said Sophie as she went over to her husband. She nuzzled against his neck, her cold nose making his warm neck tingle. She wrapped an arm around his waist and pressed her breasts up close to him. “I can help with your headaches, you know? A little stress relief...”
    “No.” Agnew pushed her and Sophie stumbled backward, falling onto the bed. He pointed his finger at her as she lay there, confusion drawn across her face,