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The two sunk into the Jacuzzi.
Thomas groans as the heat sinks into the bones. He hears a happy sigh from the woman across from him.
He brushes his leg against hers and watches her slowly open her eyes.
“Up for round 2?” he asks.
Alexandra sits up and thinks for a minute. Thomas can see her wheels turning.
And then, much to his pleasant surprise, she comes over to him and straddles his waist once more.
She leans down and brushes her lips against his and whispers, “No.”
Thomas blinks, taken aback.
Then he laughs and relaxes as the woman lays on him.
After minutes, Alexa stands gracefully, water droplets dripping off her tan skin.
“Where are you going?” Thomas calls lazily, still in the tub, as he watches Alexa get dressed.
Alexa snorts. “Home, genius.”
Thoma checks his watch. “It’s 2 am.”
Alexa raises an eyebrow. “And?”
Thoma hums. “See you soon, sweetheart.”
“You wish, Jeffershit,” a snarky voice responds, most likely by the doorway.
Thomas chuckles at the stupid nickname.
He hears the door creak open and close.
He relaxes in the tub for some more time before his phone rings.
He groans and reaches over to pick it up.
“James,” Thomas drawled, seeing his friend on the screen.
“Thomas? Where the actual fuck are you? I saw you leave with Alexandra. Is she dead? Washington’s gonna have your head on a wall.” James ranted.
Thomas rolls his eyes. “Relax, she’s fine. She just left the hotel room.”
James looks relieved for a second before blanching. “Hotel room? Did you-with her-and- oh dear lord.”
Thomas chuckles.
“He touched her!” A shrill voice shrieks.
Thomas scowls. “You slept with Eliza?”
James glares at him. “Unlike you and Alexandra, me and Eliza are dating.”
Thomas just sinks further in the tub. “One night stands exist. It’s not a big deal.”
“Thomas, don’t-” James warns, but Thomas throws the phone.
It shatters against the tile floor.
Thomas sighs at the inconvenience. This was the sixth phone this week, and it was just Wednesday. It was a pain in the ass to buy a decent phone. He just closes his eyes. He’d worry about that later.
***
Alexa tore through the streets on her motorcycle, slamming the door open to the Washington house.
Everyone was there for their Friday movie nights.
Washington Manor was so big it even had its own personal theatre.
Alexa stood panting in the doorway, her hair in every way possible, hickeys on display, and her clothes in such disarray, it wasn’t hard to guess what she had been doing.
“Why are you all still here at 2 in the fucking mornings?” Alexandra questions, still slightly out of breath.
“We did a Harry Potter marathon. Why?” John asks.
“The books are better,” Hercules quietly grumbles.
“Merde, mon petite lion, what were you doing,” Lafayette says, helping the girl into the house.
Alexandra looks at Martha. “Mom.”
Martha looks slightly concerned. “Yes.”
“You’re going to need to shove Thomas Jefferson’s balls down his throat,” Alexandra says.
Martha furrows her eyebrows before her previous words catch up to the group.
Everyone in the room is left gaping.
Eliza runs through the door at that moment, screaming, “ALEXANDRA SLEPT WITH THOMAS JEFFERSON!”
Alexa flinches but turns to look at George.
“Dad?” she asks, uncertain.
George was silent.
Peggy says the words no one else would.
“Thomas Jefferson is a dead man walking.”