I was right—heisdeliberately baiting me. I don’t know what his opinion of Jordan dancing with others was before I said something. Unfortunately, now that I’ve weighed in, and now that the sadist has zeroed in on my weakness, he’ll leverage it to his full advantage to fuck with me.
Fuck me.
If Leo’s trying to jam a point home—like,duh, I love Jordan—he doesn’t need to.
Igetit.
I love Jordan every bit as much as I love Leo. Once we’re alone later tonight I’m going to pin Jordan down in our bed and bite all over that man’s body and mark him so he doesn’t forget he’s mine every bit as much as I’mHis.
Jordan’s lookingrightfucking at us now as he passes his current dance partner off to some guy and then holds his hand out to another girl and leads her into the circle to start dancing with her.
He’s daring me to signal him, to exert “executive privilege,” as he jokes.
What the fuck am I supposed to do? Order Secret Service to take out all those people because I’m pissed off they’re dancing with my body man, who happens to be my secret boyfriend?
The man wholiterallyowns my heart right now?
Well, one of the two men who own it.
Leo pats me on the shoulder, his smile widening. “Relax and enjoy your evening,MisterPresident. Or get out there on the dance floor and show everyone how it should be done.” Then, after taking a sip of his drink, he slowly ambles away while his gaze returns to where Jordan now grinds on someone else—a young, hot guy this time—while being egged on by cheers and wolf whistles.
I should. Itotallyshould grab Jordan and pull him to me and dance with him.
Not even in a joking kind of way. I mean the kind of way that would make it perfectly clear who that man is to me.
Except that would cause me untold problems. Like Jordan couldn’t work for me then. I’d be starting my presidency with a scandal.
Although then Leo would have to come work for me.
Which…
If Iamgoing to publicly claim someone it really should be Leo, for a whole litany of reasons. The first being that IneedJordan as my body man and by claiming Leo there wouldn’t be a messy scandal. At least,asmessy a scandal. It’s logical that Leo and I know each other and met while working in close proximity for so many years.
Plus Leo’s much closer to my age. He’s not my body man and doesn’t work for me, so there’s no conflict.
Fuck, this adulting shit ishard.
God that makes me sound like a horrible person. I mean shouldn’t the first reason I publicly claim Leo be because I love him and he’s been damned patient with me?
Lucky me, that I have two men so devoted to me that they’re willing to remain in the shadows and keep my secrets. I don’t deserve them.
When Jordan looks my way again I crook a finger at him and spot his wide-ass grin. He hands his partner off, extricates himself from the crowd, pulls on his jacket, retrieves his phones and wallet from one of the Secret Service agents, and takes his sweet time ambling over to me.
When he rejoins me he stands there, feet apart, hands in the pockets of his slacks.
A stance I know well.
A Leo stance.
A stance that, when he strikes it in private, I’m usually looking up at him because I’ve dropped to the floor in front of him.
His cheeks are still flushed and his hair’s a little disheveled. He arches an eyebrow at me. “Yes,MisterPresident?”
Fuck.
Me.
It’s all I can do not to reach down and adjust my erection. “I think I’m ready to leave,” I mutter.
