Page 51 of Power
Chapter twelve
Bennett
“Ineedyoursignatures on these please, Mr. President,” Jamie says as he opens the files for the documents I’m to sign.
I catch Liam walking in from the other entrance. “Where are my glasses?” I search my desk, trying to find where I placed them.
Jamie shuffles some papers and finds them buried. “Here, Mr. President.” He holds them out to me.
“What have we got tomorrow morning?”
“Nothing until seven-thirty,” Jamie responds.
“Excellent.” I sign the documents and hand them to Jamie. “I’m leaving for the day.”
Jamie smiles as he packs my desk. “This must be some kind of record for you, sir.”
“Why’s that?” I ask.
“You’re actually leaving before eight.” He packs everything into my briefcase and hands it to me. “Have a good night.”
“You too.” Jamie leaves my office, and I turn to Liam. “What is it?”
“I was going to see if my friend Bennett wanted to grab a couple of drinks.”
“Not tonight. Rain check.” Liam’s features tighten, but he nods and starts walking away. “Liam?”
“Yes, sir?” He pivots and stops just inside the Oval Office.
“What is it?” I know something is bothering him. “Everything okay?”
Liam shoves his hands in his pockets and nods. “Yeah,” he says casually.
I stare at him for a moment. “Have a good night,” I offer. “And, Liam, unless we go to DEFCON 3, I don’t want to be disturbed tonight.”
He nods in understanding before adding, “Enjoy your evening, sir.” Liam vacates my office, and I grab my briefcase to head up to the residence.
“Miss Maxwell is on her way, sir,” Mark informs me.
“Thank you.” This gives me enough time to grab a quick shower before dinner.
The door opens, and Reece walks into my bedroom. “Do I see you in something other than a suit?” she asks, noticing my jeans and sweater.
I walk over to her and bring her into my arms. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”
“Yes, my bruises could make any man envious,” she nervously chuckles. I don’t laugh, because I don’t find what happened to her amusing. “Oh, come on. That was a little funny.”
“Not in the slightest.” I lean down and seal my mouth over hers, shutting her up with a kiss. Reece’s arms tighten around my waist as she relaxes into my body. “I want nothing more than to stay here and kiss you, but I’m making us dinner.”
“What?” Her eyes widen in surprise. “You can cook?”
“Why are you so stunned?” I link our hands together and lead her across the hall to the residence kitchen.
“I had no idea you could cook. Where did you learn?”
“Are you impressed?”
“Not yet. You might give me food that tastes like crap.”
