"You all right?" My dad steps over, and I think he's talking to me, but his eyes are on Ford. I glance back to Ford and see why he's asking. The white button-up shirt under his black suit has a blooming red spot on it and is beginning to spread across the material."Oh my god." I move closer to him
We both go back to eating and I decide to not bring up the college thing today. Last time we fought about it and he's about to leave for at least twenty-four hours. I don't want us parting on bad terms.A knock sounds on the door before an agent steps through. "Mr. President?"My dad stands. "I'm co
"July told me you're a Marine," I finally say. I want to hear him talk."I'm a former Marine. We don't retire."He's moved during our walk and is now striding alongside me. He's so much bigger when he's so close."So you're the agent that bosses all the other ones around?" I give him a teasing smile
I make my way to my bedroom and go into the closet. It's far too big for me, but many others wouldn't agree. I stopped fighting the stylist long ago. Normally I wear what I'm told to. It's chosen from a list of approved clothes and laid out for me like I'm a child. I could wear something new every d
If anyone walked in on us right now they'd see how tight he's holding me, how close our bodies are pressed together. No one ever talks to me like he does, but I like that he's not so careful. Everyone is so polite and well-mannered in front of me. I'd take Ford cursing up a storm over programmed rob
"Not anymore." His hand drops away from me and he takes a step back as if realizing what he's doing."So, what is it you do now?""I was asked to watch over you until your dad gets back." He puts his hands in his pockets and I wonder if it's to keep from touching me? I can see the look in his eyes a
I stand by the door and watch her advisor go over her options. I'm trying not to kill him with my stare, but every time Sloan smiles at him I want to choke him with my bare hands. The little shit keeps looking down her shirt. Doesn't he know she's seventeen?Not that it stopped me from rubbing again
The next meeting is in another room, and I shamefully watch her ass the entire way. She doesn't move like a girl. She's all woman and only hours away from proving it to me. My hands ache with the need to squeeze the flesh of her thighs and bury my face between her milky legs."And this is where the