INTRO
I never thought I’d stand here, in the Oval Office, and call it mine. Years of planning have led me here. Well...us here. I assume I should include him...my husband. Luke Giles. A brilliant man...yes...but he lacks the ability to scheme.
While I advocate for it to be a profession. This is far more than having a knack for something. I may have unlocked a talent. A skill so grand...that not even the FBI is suspicious. The law is oblivious.
I did that. I outsmarted the big guys. The higher ups with billions of dollars in resources.
But since this is death do us part, I’ll allow my hubby a little of the credit. My plan would’ve failed if I never married the vice president.
Where would I be without him?? I wouldn’t be here as the newly promoted first lady of the united states.
The Persian rugs under my heels, the Resolute Desk looming like it’s been waiting for me. The portraits of presidents staring down at me with judging eyes as if they know the truth.
The painted souls of their eyes are onto me....and the takeover of the White House.
Good thing they’re gone...no one can hear dead presidents. Spin in your graves all you want, good sirs.
Luke leans against the desk, his dark eyes glinting in the soft glow of the chandelier. I feel the tension in him. The same electrical pull I felt when he first looked at me. Like I was the only woman who mattered.
He reaches for my wedding hand, his long fingers sliding over my ring. Warm and grounding. “We did it,” his voice is rough around the edges same as his rugged looks. “It’s all ours, baby.”
My fingers trace the smooth wood of the desk, imagining the power humming beneath its polished surface. “How should we redecorate??”
“Honestly?” His gaze sweep over the standard room. The heavy curtains, the ornate moldings, the deep green leather chairs. “It’s all...so traditional. A little too predictable for our taste.”
I grin. “Predictable is exactly what the old administration loved.”
He nods. “We could lighten it up a bit. Swap the Persian rugs for something contemporary.”
“Maybe a cream or gray...something with subtle patterns. Still classy, but not oppressive.”
“That would be nice.” He pulls me into him, contacting my body to his just as a puzzle piece slides in.
I hum, imagining the soon to be decor. “...and for the curtains. Dark velvet has to go. Something sheer, floor-to-ceiling panels in soft white or muted taupe. Let in the light to make the room bigger.”
He grins, cradling the small of my back with both of his arms. “And the furniture?”
“Let’s keep the history intact where it matters...the Resolute Desk stays, of course. But the chairs, the side tables. How about some modern minimalist? Clean edges. Leather and steel. Sophisticated, but functional.”
Luke smooches my forehead. “You really thought this out, huh?”
I shrug, letting my long finger nails brush his chest in a teasing dance. “Of course I did. Everything here should reflect us. Strong, calculated, refined... with a hint of danger.”
“What about the artwork?”
“Bold...not too flashy, but striking enough to be accepted. Abstract paintings to provoke thought. A few Kinetic sculptures for a corporate taste.”
My husband kisses me softly. I hang from his lips to soak in his desire. His touch. “My little monopoly.” His deep voice rumbles my ribcage.
“You know how I love the game.” I wrap my arms around his ass and tug him closer.
Of course he’s hard as stone down there. I just handed him the entire country on a silver platter. A fool proof...safe secured...3 years run in office. He needs to praise me.
"Now...down on your knees.” I twirl him around so I can hop atop the most powerful desk in the world, to get a blow job from Mr. President.
