The Hot Guy at the GOP Debate by Victoria Pearl Page B

guard.“Excuse me Miss, no admittance,
we're filled to capacity.” You'll have to wait out here with
all the other lovesick ladies until Prince Charming emerges.”
    “ I'm
with the press,” Jacey said flashing her press pass, and
feeling a little demeaned by his patronizing attitude.
    “ Oh,
excuse me, Aren't you a little late? The debate started an hour and a
half ago?” the guard asked.
    “ I'm
not covering the debate, I'm here for an interview.” Jacey
smiled.
    The
guard smiled back, “Okay Miss, have a nice evening,” he
said as she politely brushed past him.
    Jacey
followed the signs for the press, and joined the other reporters on
the side of the auditorium. She saw a couple of people she knew and
they acknowledged each other with smiles and nods. Her former
associate, Marsha gave her a quick hug and whispered, “Jacey,
check out the 'talent' sitting behind the moderator – what a
hunk!”
    Jacey
strained to see him from her vantage point. He was handsome alright,
but to create the commotion he was causing? Well, at least her timing
couldn't have been more perfect. The debate was winding down, and
soon the audience was on their feet applauding enthusiastically. As
the audience began to disperse, Jacey started pushing her way
through, towards her target.
    “ Excuse
me, pardon me,” she said stretching and straining her neck to
see where he had gone. She continued to forge ahead in his general
direction, but was unable to find him amongst the sea of bodies.
    Ugh,
I'm not giving up until I find him, she determined. She ran to the
top of the auditorium to gain a better vantage point, but it was
futile. “Dammit!” She said to herself. I can't believe I
lost this guy! I have to call Mac. Jacey was dreading the fact that
she was going to have to tell him she was unable to get the story.
She reached into her bag for her cellphone. “Dammit!” she
said again, looking at her now dead phone. I need to find a place to
charge up, she thought.
    Jacey
had covered many stories at the convention hall, and knew a nearby
office, where she could slip in and charge up.
    She
passed a security guard, smiled broadly and said hello, as she walked
confidently passed him as though she belonged there, before slipping
quickly into the office and closing the door behind her. She grabbed
her phone and charger from her pocketbook, and was about to plug it
into the outlet when she was startled to see that she was not alone!
    “ I'm
sorry,” she heard a deep male voice say.
    “ Oh
my God,” she gasped!
    “ I'm
sorry, I didn't want to scare you, but I wanted to let you know I was
here,” he said.
    “ I-I
didn't see you there! It's you!,” Jacey said, realizing she was
face to face with Mr. Fluffy!
    “ Do
we know each other?” he asked.
    “ We
do now,” she said, quickly recovering from the shock of seeing
him and flipping on her beguiling reporter charm. “In fact,
you're just the person I wanted to see!”
    “ Why
is that?” He demanded to know, as he eyed her suspiciously.
    It
seems you've made quite an impression on all of America,” Jacey
teased him.
    “ I
didn't do anything.” He said defensively.
    “ Apparently,
you don't have to actually do anything to become an internet
sensation these days.” Jacey stated.
    “ Hi,
I'm Jacey,” she said holding out her hand.
    “ Alex,”
he said, shaking her hand friendly, but cautiously. “What are
you doing in here, Jacey?”
    “ My
phone died. I came in here to use the outlet to recharge it. Why are
you hiding in here, Alex?” Jacey asks him.
    “ I
was advised that it would be for the best,” he answered.
    “ For
the best? What do you mean by that? Are you afraid of something? What
are you afraid of?” Jacey asked aggressively.
    “ Whoa....cool
your jets. Who said I was afraid of something? I'm not hiding out
because I'm afraid of anything!” he laughed.
    “ Then
why are you hiding? Or rather what are you hiding from?” She
asked  tactlessly .
    “