“Yes, Sir. Absolutely.” Of course I will. I’ll do anything Leo asks of me, anything to make him happy.
He slowly dances with me. He looks peaceful, serene. “You and I make a damned good team, baby.”
“I feel like I’m dreaming.”
He playfully pinches my ass. “You’re not dreaming.”
“What if he never comes to like me?”
“He likes you, baby.”
“You know what I mean, Leo. What if—”
He silences me with a kiss. “This is forlife. I’m not letting you go unless you tell me you’re leaving. AllIneed is for you to say you belong to me, and that you’re my boy. I promise that we’ll figure out the rest as we go.”
“I belong to you, Sir. I’myourboy. Forlife.”
“Good. Now let’s get ready. I can’t wait to see you in that tux.”
I feel like I’m caught in a dream as we get ready and make our way through the first three balls of the night. Then we leave early and go to what is now officially Elliot’s residence, because I want to check everything one last time before he arrives.
It feels weird knowing I now have keys and an alarm code for the vice president’s house.
Other than Elliot’s detail, Leo and I are the only people allowed unhindered access to his residence. Even his household staff has rules about when they can enter.
Elliot doesn’t have a dedicated body man, but his detail has been told that Leo and I will act in that capacity at times, and he requires we always have unlimited access to him.
It’s…surreal.
I show Leo around and he reassures me he thinks Elliot will love it.
I hope he’s right.
We’re waiting in the front hall when Elliot arrives not long after. I offered to return to Blair House, so Elliot could have alone time with Leo, but Leo nixes that.
I’m so nervous that I’m not sure I won’t throw up as I show Elliot around. We finally end up in the master bedroom, where Leo closes and locks the door behind us. Elliot looks exhausted, and, to be honest, I feel kind of guilty that I’m here.
Elliot should be able to be alone with Leo right now.
I don’t begrudge him this night—he’s earned it.
Elliot turns to me. “It’s wonderful, Jordan. Thank you for all your hard work.” I even get a tired smile.
“You’re welcome. Thank you for trusting me to do this for you.”
Then Leo pulls Elliot into his arms and…
Yeah.
I quickly find myself both a voyeur and second-hand participant in what is a sexy and scary routine for them. First, helping Leo with Duck—what Elliot calls his prosthesis.
Then, watching the two of them engage in a brutally vicious wrestling match in the middle of Elliot’s bed.
I’m simultaneously turned on and horrified as my sweet and tender Sir punches, bites, and grapples with the vice president of the United States.
Yeah, Leo and I play, but even when he’s being sadistic, there’s still a gentle, loving feel to it.
This man looks…unhinged.
