Page 18 of Power
Wednesday
Before I dress for the day, I call Reece. “Yeah,” she murmurs groggily.
“Tonight, seven. I have a tongue fucking to finish.”
“What time is it?” She yawns.
“It’s a little after four.”
“In the morning?”
“Yes, in the morning.”
“Don’t you sleep like normal people?”
“I’m the commander in chief. I don’t have the luxury of sleeping.”
“Well, I’m normal and four in the morning is a stupid hour. Besides, I have prior engagements. So no, I’m not available.”
“God damn it, Reece,” I snap. “Seven tonight, be ready for Mark.”
“I’m going back to sleep.”
“Seven.”
“Whatever.” She hangs up without waiting for me to reply.
“Fuck,” I grunt as I roll my head from side to side hoping to relieve the stress Reece is causing me.
Standing, I open the door to my suite, where Grayson is already waiting for me. “Good morning, sir,” Grayson says as he steps back.
“When Mark arrives, have him see me.”
“Yes, sir.”
I close the door and finish dressing for the day.
My phone rings, and I shake my head when I see Mark’s number. “Don’t tell me,” I say as I pinch the bridge of my nose.
“She’s not home, sir.”
“Fuck!” I yell in frustration and slam my hand on my table. “Thank you.” Mark hangs up, and I stare at my phone. I dial Reece’s number, but it goes to voicemail. I dial it a second time. “Call me.” I hang up and dial a third time.
“What do you want?”
“We had an appointment, Miss Maxwell,” my voice is tight with tension.
“My vagina is closed for business. And, while I’m at it, I appreciate if you don’t instruct your Secret Service agents to break into my home and search for me.”
“I—”
“Yes, you did because you have a problem with boundaries. Now, leave me alone because I’m out.” She hangs up, leaving me seething with her petulance.
I dial Mark’s phone. “Yes, sir?”
“Track her phone and bring her here.”
“Yes, sir.”
