First Family (Sean King & Michelle Maxwell 4)

A couple minutes later the hair dryer turned off and she came out wearning a long thick robe, her hair still damp. It wasn’t a sexy number like the one Cassandra Mallory had worn. Michelle was completely covered up. Not a trace of makeup. And yet to Sean, there was no comparison. The woman he was looking at was the most beautiful person he’d ever seen.

“Sean?” she said in surprise. “Are you okay?”

“I just came back to check on you. I was worried.” He looked down, embarrassed. “But you look like you’re fine. I mean you look… great.”

He turned to leave. “I’ll be out front. Maybe some dinner—”

Before he could even reach the door she was next to him, took his hand in hers, and drew him farther into the room.

“Michelle?”

She took the gun from him and put it on the bureau.

“Come here.”

They moved to the bed and sat down next to each other. She slipped off her robe and started to unbutton his shirt as he ran a hand lightly over her bare hip.

“Are you sure about this?” he said.

She stopped unbuttoning. “Are you?”

He put a hand to her lips, traced them with his index finger.

“Actually, I think I’ve been sure for a long time.”

“Me too.”

Michelle lay back on the bed and pulled Sean down to her.