Or, it might jostle Elliot’s fear out of its socket and allow something else to flow in.
I’m not home yet. I can stop by. Just ask me, pet. I don’t have to spend the night.
Please, let him ask me. I’ll want to smack myself if he turns me down, because that’s why I usuallydon’task.
Well-touched stoves, and all that bullshit.
From the length of time it takes him to reply, at least I feel reasonably certain he did think about it for a while.
Please, Master.
I suck in a sharp breath and struggle not to do a damn touchdown dance right there in Jordan’s hotel room.
On my way. Tell detail to expect me.
In that one small way, he’ll be slightly responsible for this meeting tonight. It’s not too much to ask him to send a text to the head of his detail, or to open his damn front door and give the message to the agent standing right outside.
I slide my phone into my pocket and reorient myself to the conversation. Fortunately, Jordan takes that moment to let out a huge yawn, giving me the perfect opening.
“You’ve had a really long day.” I stand. “How about I come pick you up in the morning and take you out to breakfast before we go to the office? Then we can talk some more.”
He’d taken off his glasses and was rubbing his eyes. When he looks up at me and blinks, there’s something sweetly vulnerable about him. It takes everything I have not to lean in and kiss the adorable guy.
“Sure. I’d love that. What time?”
“I’ll be here by eight. Let you sleep in a little your second day here.” I smile. “Don’t get too used to it. We’ll be on a crazy schedule soon enough.”
He laughs. “I still think I’m dreaming. I can’t believe I’m working for the president-elect.”
“Well, believe it.” I reach for my coat.
“Thank you, Leo. For everything today. I really appreciate it. You must think I’m a pain in the ass.”
I pull up short and turn to him. That reminds me too much of Elliot, and it’s something I want to nip in the bud right now. I want him to have confidence in himself.
“I don’t think that at all. You’ve never been to DC before, much less dealt with the federal government like this. This is like being dropped into an alternate universe. I think you’re doing remarkably well, all things considered.”
“That’s very kind of you.” He seats his glasses back on his face and I melt a little. He wears a vulnerable air that makes me want to scoop him into my arms and keep him close and safe.
We’ve already seen where those kinds of feelings have gotten me, right?
“You’ll be kicking butt and taking names soon enough,” I add. “I’m really looking forward to working with you.” That’s absolutely the truth.
He smiles again and I have to will my hard cock to knock it the hell off. “Thanks, Leo.”
He sees me out and I break into a jog as I head for the elevator. I want to get to Elliot’s before he has time to change his mind on me.
I strongly suspect if it wasn’t for Jordan’s presence, he wouldn’t have asked me to come over tonight.
Hey, whatever it fucking takes. I’m not proud.
I mean, isn’t that obvious? I’ve been circling Elliot Woodley for how many years now?
Pride isobviouslynot a factor.
Fortunately, there’s a small store in the lobby that’s open and has a couple of items I’ll want to have with me. Twenty minutes later, I’m making my way through security at Elliot’s building. Secret Service isn’t happy about his building—and Elliot’s neighbors aren’t happy about the Secret Service presence. There are discussions about moving him to a hotel, or Blair House, for the duration.
To move him to Blair House, though, means President Fullmer needs to approve it, and they’re thinking he’s a little…raw right now. They’re going to give him a few more days, at least, before the Secret Service director puts in the request. It’s customary for the incoming POTUS and VP and their families to spend a couple of days there ahead of the inauguration but that’s still two months off.
