Working for the President

Katarina’s POV

I was dead wrong. 

If I thought earlier that working with the President would be easy, then I thought wrong.

Working for the President, I can manage. I am adept at arranging things, deflecting tension, and organizing his day impeccably so he could perform his presidential tasks well. I run his office smoothly, like clockwork, even his suite at the palace.

What I found formidable is working for Regor Aldeguer, the man. 

He keeps me on my toes. He countered all my bright ideas. Our latest contention - changing the interiors of his quarters to make it look less like a predator male’s den. 

I thought that my job would be easy, but it was not - far from it. He contradicts me every chance he got and riled me at every turn. I am becoming frustrated.

And my gosh! I did not even know how he could get past the gates of the palace those women he spends his nights with. He must have had superior sleuthing moves for his late-night assignations to be left undetected by the press people that roam around.

Just like this morning, he called and summoned me to his suites at five.  

I grudgingly went. In my hurry, I did not bother to change from my house dress of denim shorts and a hot pink tank top.

When he greeted me, he was shirtless, with only his sweatpants on before he went back to his sit-ups and crunches on the living area.

I sputtered in surprise. It had been years since I last saw a shirtless man. And not just a shirtless man, but a hot, sexy, muscled in all the right places shirtless man.

It was unnerving. I could not help my eyes from straying, so I let my eyes quickly travel to his washboard abs down to his v-line glistening with sweat, and I mentally drooled. 

“Sir, I am your assistant, not your maid.” I reminded him in an attempt to hide my embarrassment.  

“Oh didn’t they hire you to make my office and my suite comfortable? It’s part of your job.” There was sarcasm in his voice. If he intended to fluster me, I would not allow him to succeed. I grimaced to let him show my annoyance before I marched my way to his kitchen to brew his coffee.

Even if he is the President, I am entitled to small acts of defiance.  Though I work for him, I am also allowed to an uninterrupted and peaceful sleep.

“Would you mind throwing in a couple of sandwiches?’ he hollered before he disappeared to his bedroom.

I was busy arranging the grilled cheese sandwiches I prepared when a feminine voice interrupted me, “Good morning, may I have bottled water please?”

I looked up and was starstruck.  I am face-to-face with Ms. Eliana Gomez, the international model.

“Good morning, Ms. Eliana.” I greeted before I handed the water, and then I proceeded with my preparations.  

I got tongue-tied.  It is not like every day I get to meet someone of Ms. Gomez's fame.

She came to stand by my side at the counter, watching me.

“Do you want anything?” I inquired when she just stood there.  

“Ahm, nothing. What is your name again? Sorry, I just flew in last night. I just concluded a month-long fashion show in Paris.”

“Sorry, I must have left my manners at home,” I said flustered.  I dried my hands in the towel that hung from the rack before I offered it to her.

“I’m Mrs. Katarina Dimalanta, President Aldeguer’s Chief EA.” 

“Well, hello, Mrs. Dimalanta. I thought you were one of his girls.” Her eyes lit up before she eyed me from head to foot, her gaze thoughtful. 

"You know, you may be shorter, but you got the model stance.  You have a lot of promise.  I could get you some acting or modeling parts if you want?' 

The offer thrilled me, but I know where I am good at.  I do not think that I am cut out for it.  I gave Ms. Gomez a tentative smile.    

Just as I was about to answer, President Aldeguer showed up. He took a bite-size sandwich from the platter and popped it into his mouth. He chewed it slowly, very seductive.  

When he swallowed, I suddenly felt parched.  

I looked up to Ms. Eliana surreptitiously. Her eyes were glued, too, to the column of the President's neck, watching him swallow.

He got another slice, flirtatiously offering it to Ms. Eliana.  The latter took it eagerly after she allowed a glance in my direction.  

I felt awkward and embarrassed as I became an unwilling witness to their coquettishness.   

"Don't bother recruiting my assistant.  My office could not function very well without her."

I met the mocking gaze of the President before she guided Ms. Eliana out of the kitchen.   

They left me seething. How dare he insult my job?

"Jerk!" I muttered under my breath. 

And then I groaned when  I realized one thing.

Ms. Eliana was not on the list that the President’s image builder provided me earlier. If the President likes Ms.Eliana and is serious with her,  I would have my work cut out for me.  I need to let the Chairman know.

Regor’s POV

I laughed when I saw her face just as I opened the door to my suite this morning.  

I intentionally removed my shirt before I started my routine to annoy her. But I was not ready for what greeted me. The sight of her very early that morning without her makeup on and her hair in disarray is heavenly. Quite different from her usual office attire of an executive skirt or pantsuit with her hair tied up in a bun.

She looked delectable in her shorts and top ensemble, cute but lovely.

Right there and then, I decided - Katarina Dimalanta is a goddess. An off-limits, hard-to-endure-for-my-male-equipment goddess.

I groaned in my head when I saw her quick inspection of my body. I am sure there had never been any man in her life after her second husband died. How I wish I know what she had been thinking earlier, how her body reacted to what she saw. At this bit of information, my member down there got excited, and it grew.  

This instant reaction stunned me. No one has ever elicited this intense awareness from me. It puzzled the hell out of me. I had to hit the shower straight. I did not even bother to look at Eliana when I entered my room. I just went straight to the bathroom to relieve this tension.

I had a hard time calming my boy. When I finished, Eliana had gone out of the room.

I thought she had already left. I went to the kitchen. What greeted me was a sight to behold. It left me nonplussed. Katarina and Eliana were standing side-by-side. Katarina’s petite form could easily get lost from the tall, willowy woman beside her, but my eyes immediately riveted to her. I drank her sight like a thirsty man.

I need to distract myself.  Thank goodness Eliana was there. I am just thankful the two women were clueless as to what goes on inside my head.