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“Nope.” Esther shakes her head. “Don’t even say it, Mr. President.”
“You don’t know what I’m going to say.”
“Yes, I do. You want me to cancel her, but I’m sorry, sir, I’d rather take your wrath than your mother’s.” She waggles her finger at me.
Liam bursts through again, holding two files. I look to Liam, then to Esther. She’s standing her ground, refusing to cancel my mother. “Fine.”
“You need to sign that, please.” She opens my desk drawer and takes out a pen, handing it to me. I scribble my name on the paperwork and hand it to her. “Thank you.” Esther smiles sweetly before walking out of my office.
“I pulled the files for both Reece, and Mary.” Liam waves the two files at me after Esther leaves the room and closes the door behind her.
“You did what?” I ask with irritation. “I didn’t ask you to do that.”
“My job is to protect you, Mr. President. And this is me protecting you. Mary’s file.” He hands it to me.
“Is there anything in there more damaging than their professions?”
“Reece has a child.”
“What?” I shove Mary’s file aside and open Reece’s file. “She has a daughter who’s ten.” I look up to Liam. “This isn’t something to discuss in the office.” I hand him Mary’s file and slide Reece’s into my briefcase. “That’s all.”
“Yes, sir.” Liam bows out in defeat. I don’t want to talk about this anymore, not until I can get my head around it.
Jamie enters the office and begins packing my things. “You need to go home,” he says.
“I have too much work to do.” I try to wrestle the stack of papers he’s attempting to swipe off my desk.
“It’s nine o’clock and you need to be back at six in the morning.”
I stare at Jamie from above my glasses. “Are you trying to baby me?” A slow smile stretches across my face.
“Yes, Mr. President, that’s exactly what I’m doing, because one of my favorite parts of this job is watching you rest for only a few hours.”
“Are you sassing me?”
“I thought I was babying you,” he returns, matching my energy.
Smart-ass.I take my reading glasses off and rub at my tired eyes. “I probably should leave.” Standing, I roll my neck from side to side.
He packs the papers into my briefcase, then closes my laptop and packs that into the briefcase too. He places my briefcase on my desk, then takes my suit jacket from the back of my chair, holding it out for me. “There’s been a change in your schedule for tomorrow, sir. Your meeting with secretary of Homeland Security has been moved up to seven, and your eight o’clock has been pushed to eight-thirty. Also, you have a phone call with the prime minister of Australia scheduled for ten.”
“Thank you, Jamie.” He walks with me out of the office toward the residence. When we get to the entrance, he hands me my briefcase.
“Is there anything else, sir?”
“No, thank you.”
The guard standing at the door opens it for me, and Jamie turns back. I walk into the foyer and head over to the elevator, where my Secret Service agent, Mark, presses the button and stands in front of me. The doors open, and Mark stands to the side for me to enter. “Sir.”
I step in and lean against the elevator wall. Closing my eyes, a bright and vivid image of Reece on her knees, taking my cock as I fuck her mouth flashes in my mind. I can’t help but smile at the recent memory of lacing my fingers through her hair and using her mouth while her small wanton moans vibrate up my hard cock.
The doors open as do my eyes. “Sir,” Mark says as he exists before I do and waits for me to exit the elevator into the residence.
“Thank you.”
Loosening my tie, I walk toward my bedroom, where Mark takes position outside of my door. “Mark, could you call down and have the chef prepare something for me?”
“Absolutely, sir.”
