Part 15 (1/2)
”I don't want to distract you. The media seems more hung up on us than what you're doing. I don't know that I like that.”
”They focus on what gives them ratings. So be it.” He looks at me as if he thinks I'm the cause of their ratings-not him, the most coveted bachelor shamelessly chasing after me-and glances at the eagle pin I'm wearing on the right side of my dress. I know he loves it when I wear it. His voice lowers a decibel. ”Every presidency has had its defining moments. We don't know what they will be for us. Battling ISIS. Nuclear war. Cyber war.” He tells me, ”Do you know what the problem is with the past decades of elections, and why the candidates' views s.h.i.+ft so dramatically, their promises unkept, after they take office?”
”What?”
”The day you're sworn in, you become privy to confidential information-everything you need to know to run the country. Information that's sensitive, powerful, from espionage, delicate treaties, foreign relations. Some of this knowledge crushes the candidate's dreams of what he wished to accomplish. People get disappointed, and the country continues carrying the weight of decisions made even decades ago, three presidents past.”
I'm transfixed, wanting to know more.
”Every president leaves the office looking aged far more years than those he served. It's the hardest office in the land. I swore I'd never walk in. Every time my dad and I flew back on Marine One, onto the lawns of the White House, and he would tell me, 'We're home,' I'd say, 'Home to jail.' And he'd say, 'Yes, son.'”
”What did you find, Matt?”
”Nothing without loopholes. Treaties not to our benefit. Dangers lurking that we must tread carefully around. This is why I'm here, Charlotte. I knew this wouldn't be simple. But I'm sick and tired of watching the train wreck and doing nothing to stop it. I know what it takes to run the country-it takes your very soul, and tough calls that might not always be the right ones. But we deserve someone willing to make them and back them up, make us thrive again, even if he has to sacrifice everything to do so.”
”But your father sacrificed his life,” I say miserably.
He rubs the back of his neck, then drops his hand with a sigh as he tugs his tie a bit loose. ”I'm not sure he was killed because of the presidency.”
”What do you mean?”
”c.o.x and I suspect it was something personal, more than his policies.”
A thousand-no, a million-knots wind up in my stomach. ”Matthew, please don't put yourself in danger. You're the commander in chief; you can't be opening a can of worms, like my dad once said.”
”I will take care of myself. And Charlotte,” he specifies, his eyes darkening as he s.h.i.+fts forward to brush his thumb along my jawline, until he uses it to tilt my head back by the chin. ”I will take care of you. Do you hear me?” He holds my gaze with steely determination. ”You and this country. Go to sleep now.”
He kicks off his shoes and throws his tie off as I take off my clothes and slide into bed in my lingerie, under the sheets.
”I bet you joined me here because you missed me.”
”Not one bit,” he says too easily, grabbing some papers and bringing them to the chair by the bed.
”Not a little bit?” I put three centimeters between my fingers.
He narrows his eyes, then from his seat, leans forward and squishes my fingers. ”Maybe that.”
”You're a d.i.c.k.”
He scowls. ”Hush, you don't talk to your president like that.” He slips his gla.s.ses on and starts thumbing through the papers.
”I just did, Mr. President. Sir.”
He laughs, sets the papers on his lap, and reaches out and strokes my hair. ”Go to sleep. I've got to read up on something.”
I lie down, Matt, with those s.e.xy gla.s.ses, reading but sporadically glancing up to check on me, as if it gives him peace to watch me sleep. The monsters lurking in the shadows can't get close to me, not with him here.
”Do you remember the boy we visited when campaigning?” he asks.
”Of course. They named him after you!”
”I followed up on him. I invited him to the White House. He and his parents will be gracing us with their company next month.”
”You kept your promise.”
”Of course I kept my promise.”
I squeal and I leap out of bed to throw myself at him, tackle-hugging him and raining kisses on his face. ”You're the best!”
But the best is truly Matt's low, quiet laughter as I pry off his gla.s.ses and shower him with my appreciation. He tugs the papers I just sat on and sets them aside, letting me rain kisses all over him.
Getting instantly hard.
”Now that missed me at least,” I whisper in his ear.
His voice is gruff as he cups my face gently in both hands, and his eyes are hot and liquid as they coast over my face. ”You know I missed you, girl. You know I miss you.” He lifts my hand and laces our fingers, running his thumb along mine, and then he lifts my fourth finger to his mouth and wraps his lips around it, licking it clean.
”What are you doing?” I gasp, suddenly more aroused than ever.
”Hmm. You taste good.” He smirks, letting go of my hand and grabbing a fistful of hair as he crushes my mouth beneath his.
Once back in the White House, Matt schedules a few press conferences during the week. I steal into a couple just to hear him.
I love Lola introducing him. ”Ladies and gentlemen, the President of the United States . . .”
I love how the room s.h.i.+fts and reenergizes when he enters. How everyone seems to feel more important, wants to do more, be more in his presence; the man has red, white, and blue running in his veins. American royalty: the country's new commander in chief. The press can't get enough of him.
He speaks to the reporters casually, as if they're longtime friends, as if he's used to speaking to them, which is quite true.
I'm actually sorry that Clarissa told me I needed to look at some crucial issues about the upcoming state dinner this morning, causing me to miss the last press conference.
21.
HEADLINES.
Matt ”Make no mistake about it. Right and left need to be working together. There needs to be an understanding and full cooperation to move forward. Globalization is a must not only for society, but for our industry, for our trade, for our personal growth, for our mental understanding. We're working on eliminating the fragmenting of our society. Right and left wings against each other . . . those burnt bridges we've encountered? They must be rebuilt. The misinformation that helped lead to those breaking points must be addressed. The White House will have more open communication-online, via letters, and through appointments with the president. New knowledge about our policies, our pa.s.sed bills, and our plans will be at your fingertips. We're opening up more than we ever have with a new portal, and . . . ladies and gentlemen . . . the portal will go live tonight.”
I stop there, letting the press corps take notes before I proceed, changing my tone to a more personal one.
”I'm sure you're all wondering why I'm telling you this, since Lola would have done just as good a job as I did, or even better.” I smirk, then pause.
”Starting today, I too will share something important to me,” I admit, c.o.c.king my head from one side of the room to the other, meeting their gazes. ”The most important thing that has happened to me next to the death of my father, and being elected your president.”