But I can’t just do nothing. Keeping these agents around me is going to be very, very bad if I keep seeing Maggie.
“Very good, sir. I’ll keep that from Torres for now.”
“Thank you,” I say.
“As for healthcare, I’ll work on some messaging and have it on your desk in a few hours.”
“Thank you, Mason.”
He nods and leaves my office. Charles sighs and comes around to sit down on the couch.
“I told you, Torres is going to be a problem.”
“She wouldn’t be if you found that leak.”
He glares at me. “It’s not so easy, getting in with these Secret Service guys. They protect each other.”
“Even if they have a mole?”
“They’re good soldiers,” he grunts.
“I guess you respect that, then.”
“Yes, I do,” he snaps. “There’s nothing wrong with respecting discipline and loyalty.”
“Their loyalty should be to me, not each other,” I remind him.
He glares but doesn’t elaborate.
I sigh and glance at my desk. For a second, I’m tempted to take out the panties that are sitting at the bottom of my lower drawer, but I don’t. Maybe later, maybe when I’m alone.
“We need to talk about Pakistan,” Charles says. “France wants to send more troops. They’re pissed about what happened.”
I sigh. “They’re always pissed.”
“Doesn’t matter. I think they’re serious this time.”
“Who do I need to talk to, then? We can’t have this escalate.”
“I think you need to go in person, sir.”
I hesitate a second. “In person,” I echo. “I don’t know about that.”
“It would only be for a few days. Talk the French President down from this stupid mission, remind him what we’re trying to do globally.”
“And offer to drone strike the fuck out of those terrorist assholes?”
Charles grins. “Yep. Pretty much.”
I sigh, glancing at the window. I can’t have this Pakistan thing escalate, not now, not while I’m trying to work healthcare through.
“Fine,” I say, although I don’t want to go.
The idea of not seeing Maggie for a few days feels far too daunting. Even if it is the safest thing.
“Good. I’ll arrange it. We’ll leave tomorrow.”
I nod again. “Anything else?”
“No, sir. I’ll leave you to it.”
“Good.”
He stands and nods before leaving my office.
I sigh and lean back in my chair. I stare out the window, wondering what I’ve gotten myself into.
Stupidly, I pick up my phone. Stupidly, I dial Maggie’s number.
It rings. I shouldn’t be doing this, not in the middle of the day. But this is my executive line. It’s perfectly private and checked all the time for bugs. The Secret Service agents aren’t in the room, since we’re making them stand guard outside these days until we find the mole.
She picks up after four rings. “Hello?”
“Hello, Maggie.”
Short pause. “Adam,” she whispers.
“Listen, I can’t talk long. I just wanted to hear your voice.”
“How are you?”
“Stressed, angry, annoyed. So fine, really.”
She laughs at that. “I’d come see you, if you wanted.”
“We can’t,” I say, even though I hate it. “But soon.”
“Good. I miss you.”
I bite my lip. “I’m going to France for a few days.”
“Really?” she sounds surprised.
“The French want to do something stupid and I need to talk them out of it.”
She sighs. “Okay. I’m sorry you have to go all the way out there for that.”
“Me too. But it shouldn’t be too bad. Their President listens to me… sometimes.”
She laughs again. “I’m sure you’ll get him under control.”
“I didn’t want to leave before hearing your voice again,” I say.
“I’m glad you called.”
“And listen… if anyone approaches you. Any reporter at all. Just ignore them, okay?”
She hesitates. “I can do that.”
“Good. Mason knows about us, and he’s dealing with it.”
She hesitates again. “Is that smart, telling someone else?”
“I trust him,” I say. “He’s my guy.”
“Okay, and I trust you.”
“Good.” I bite my lip. “I still have your panties in my desk drawer. Maybe I’ll bring them with me during this trip.”
“Good. Think about me.”
“I will. How it felt to have my cock buried between your legs.”
“Why, Mr. President. That’s very filthy.”
“I know, and I think you like it. In fact, I bet your current panties are dripping wet already, just begging to come off.”
“I bet you’re right.”
I stifle a groan. I want her so badly, it almost hurts.
But self-control. I have to be strong.
“I’ll see you soon,” I say before I let myself go further.
“See you. Good luck, Daddy.”
I hang up the phone. I sit back and sigh.
“Fucking hell,” I whisper to myself.
Two days without her is going to feel like an eternity.
I don’t know how I got myself in this position, but there’s no turning back now.15MaggieIt’s weird watching the guy you’re sleeping with on television.
Adam almost doesn’t look like himself. He’s always composed, always stern. His face is hard as he looks out at the crowds and shakes the hand of the French President.
It’s hard to square the handsome, serious man giving speeches on TV with the man that fucks me and spanks me.