My heart slams in my chest as I hear Kev’s office door open.
“Leo, thanks for coming. Close it, please.”
I hear the door close. “What’s this about?”
“Sit.” There’s a pause before Kev speaks again. “I want to talk about yesterday.”
“Yesterday?”
“Don’t play coy with me. What’d I walk in on upstairs? Between you and Jordan. What the hell was that?”
Leo doesn’t answer, at first. “I wasn’t expecting to see Jordan yesterday. I didn’t know he was back. It took me by surprise.”
“And you were playing some juvenile keep-away game with his phone…why?”
“I just wanted to talk to him. I wanted him to follow me to my office to talk.”
“He’s Elliot’s body man, Leo. He’s a friend of the First Family. No amount of history between the two of you gives you the right to do something like that to himhereof all places.”
I hear Leo take a deep breath. “He’s nottalkingto me.”
“That’snotmy problem.” Kev’s voice gentles. “You can talk about it with me. Or Chris, even. You know we’ll do anything for you.”
No response, but I can imagine Leo shaking his head.
Kev sighs. “All right. Fine.” His voice shifts from friend into the take-no-prisoners chief of staff tone I’ve heard Kev use on others countless times before. “Look, I’m not getting in the middle of your personal business, but you need to understand something. Regardless of what your relationship with Jordan was, or is, the truthnowis that he is your professionalequal. Your coworker. He is the personal assistant to the vice president of the United States. In that realm, and in that capacity, youcannotandwill notorder him around.”
Kev sounds serious and I’m sure I’m blanching.
He’s also not done. “Are you going to be able to work with Jordan? Because, here’s another truth—maybe you serve at the pleasure of the president of the United States, but you work forme.And I don’t have to tell you why that is, because you damn well know why. If thiswillbe a problem, then maybe I need to make some personnel changes, and I don’t mean asking Elliot to fire Jordan.”
Kev pauses. “So, whatever has to happen between the two of you needs to happenprivately, and there will be absolutelynorepeats of what happened yesterday.Understandme?”
I don’t hear a response, so I’m assuming Leo nods.
Kev’s voice grows steely and sharp in a way I’ve never heard him speak before. Not to Leo, anyway.
Totally Dom tone. “Will. This. Be. A. Problem?”
I reach down and squeeze myself in an attempt to keep my cock from going full-on hard, because it’s sexy as fuck listening to Kev talk like that.
No, Kev’s notmyDom, but I’m a thirsty fucking bitch, all right?
Which is a massive part of my problem, and why I’m hesitant to let Leo back into my life full-time until I have my emotional poop in a group.
I can barely hear Leo’s soft reply. “No, sir. It won’t be a problem.”
I feel…horrible, elated, and angry, all at once. I want to run out there and shove Leo, hard, for being a dick and for sneaking into the house, following me, all of it.
And then climb him like a tree and kiss him before I drop to my knees in front of him.
But Kev told me to stay, and stay I will.
Also, thisreallyproves my point, that Ineedto get my head on straight before I talk to Leo.
“If you need a friendly ear,” Kev says, his tone gentling, “I’ll be happy to meet with you tonight after work and discuss this. Talk about it all night long, if you need to. But while we’re working, thiscannotbe a distraction. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
