Mr. President - Page 273

"I'm not done," I say. "And you know what I'd do next? I'd take you back to my place, bend you over, and run my lips all over the secret fucking corners of your body, head to toe. Where do you want my lips, Brittney?"

I watch as she looks up at me, her blue eyes flashing with desire and her cheeks growing a deeper shade of pink.

"But what about all of this?" she asks, pointing around my office. "I'm pretty sure we'd be violating all of those code of conduct papers I just signed."

"To hell with those papers. This is my fucking company."

She smiles. "I suppose that's true," she says.

My eyes have moved down from her face to the deep crevice between her breasts. It's taking everything in me to not reach down and grab them. To slide my hands under their warmth and take them into my mouth.

"Dinner. Tonight. I'll pick the place," I whisper into her ear. "All you have to do is say yes."

She looks up at me, and for a moment I don't know how she's going to answer, or what's going through her mind. Finally she grins.

"Okay then," she says. "My answer is yes."

I smile.

This is going to be an interesting night.

139

Brittney

I look out my apartment window and see a black limo pull up to the curb. The limo's windows are deeply tinted, so I can't see who's inside, but I know it's Ethan Kan

e.

He's right on time.

I check myself for the last time in a full-length mirror turning around in a full circle to consider how this dress looks from all angles. I smooth the fabric with my hands.

Based on our last encounter where he nearly made my heart leap through my throat by sneaking up behind me—I wasn't expecting him to find me like that, but I guess I should've been more careful—I knew I needed to gain his trust and attention tonight.

I bought this dress specifically for tonight's dinner. The goal was to find a dress that would stop traffic. I don't want him to be able to take his eyes off of me.

On the tag for this dress, the color was listed as Russian Roulette Red.

I figured that's exactly the kind of high-octane stakes I'm faced with, and I bought it.

This was a good purchase, I say to myself, after coming to the conclusion that it's going to be a good fit. I'll admit that it fits me better than a glove.

It's an iconic cocktail dress—the kind of dress that hugs your every curve like a second skin. The neckline is built to plunge deeply between my breasts and is held up with a single halter-top that clasps with a gold buckle. My back is exposed, and the dress's hemline ends well before my knees.

I think this dress will do the trick tonight.

I've added an extra wave to my hair with a curling iron, and I carefully applied a smoky eye shadow with a healthy layer of mascara. And this look wouldn't be complete without a classic red lipstick, so I add that too at the last minute.

I hear another knock at the door, and I open it.

Standing outside is Ethan. He's wearing a suit that looks like something out of a James Bond movie. My god he's hot… so clean cut and … chiseled under that form-fitting suit.

"You look beautiful," he says, extending me his hand. He carefully walks me to street.

"I'd say you clean up nicely as well," I grin. Together we walk to the limo where his driver is holding a door open for us. We slide into the cold leather seats, and I scoot close to him, inhaling his masculinity.

"Where are we headed?" I ask.

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