The Ambassador and Me: an unlikely love story (The Ambassador Trilogy Book 1) Read Free Page A

that built inside me.
    “Shut the fuck up, Izz. When are you coming home and are you okay?”
    “Now and I’m fine.” I lied.
    “You can’t lie to me Miss Piori. I know you like a book. You are either pissed or horny.”
    “You do know me well.” I pulled the bobby pins out of my hair. I had worn it up for the night and took it down since it was giving me a headache. There was no reason to look glamorous anymore. My unruly hair cascaded down my back. I shook it out and turned around. Low and behold, the Ambassador was standing there. He nodded at me when I glanced in his direction. Standing on the front porch of his home, he watched me as he sipped a drink.
    “Listen, my car pulled up. I will be home shortly. I want coffee and pizza. Can you order my favorite?”
    “On it, babe. Be careful and I will see you in a few.”
    I hung up with Avery and, fortunately, my car whisked me away from the Cinderella scene I so desperately needed to leave. Before I stepped into the car I casually glanced back at the balcony to see him one more time. He was gone.

Chapter 2
    I sat alone in the back seat of the dark SUV, horny as hell, exhausted, and confused. The drive home helped me calm down. The Ambassador was not an option and I don’t know why I considered it. What was I thinking? His looks, his title, and his power were way out of my league. On top of that, he was my boss’ boss. However, maybe that’s what drew me to him. I loved the danger of it and the sensuality he exuded. I would be nothing more than a fuck to him, and maybe that’s exactly what I wanted. No strings, dirty hot sex and that’s all. Why did he ask me if I was dating anyone?
    My stomach growled and I realized I was starved, a little drunk, and my feet were killing me from my new shoes. I was glad Avery was home. She was my therapist, my best friend, and my sounding board. I loved her to death and talking to her was always a necessity.
    My roommate through four years of undergraduate school sat in the kitchen drinking her smoothie, made of some strange concoction, when I walked in. Tall and lean with overly dyed blonde hair, Avery looked like a pinup girl. She loved that 40’s look of a glamour girl but with an insane amount of tattoos on her arms. She sat around in the house wearing Prada and Chanel like it was a pair of sweats. She was beautiful with doe-like eyes and pouty, naturally pink lips, and she was the one person that knew me better than anyone.
    She was one of those girls who were flawless. I resented her at times for not trying, but always looking amazing. Men would hit on her at the grocery store, the bank, and especially at clubs. She could have any man she wanted, yet she wanted none. My Avery preferred girls. That was fine with me. I could care less and, in fact, it intrigued me. She went through women faster than any man I knew. When I got used to one of her many conquests, she would find some reason to get rid of them and they would be gone. I didn’t see her settling down any time soon.
    Avery was raised with so much money, she didn’t have to go to school, work, or do anything. She was born to privilege and an insane trust fund, but didn’t flaunt it. The child to Douglas and Ellen Eubanks; they invented some gadget that sold a trillion online and made them extremely wealthy. She was raised in boarding schools and brought to college in a limousine, yet she was the most down to earth person I knew. She would do anything for anyone and didn’t ask for anything in return.
    The day we met, I knew she would be my best friend forever. Plus, she had the best closet full of clothes in the whole dorm. We connected and when our college days were over, we decided to move in together. I loved her dearly and could not imagine my life without her. In her third year of law school, Avery wanted a challenge so she took the LSAT and was accepted in George Washington Law School. She loves it and plans on practicing law in D.C after she