Mr. President by Katy Evans

Author:Katy Evans [Evans, Katy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-10-30T04:00:00+00:00

21

MEETING

Charlotte

It’s midnight.

So why is there a knock on the door?

Matt.

The name sort of blooms in my mind and suddenly, deep in my stomach and in my chest cavity, hope is kicking and leaping and screaming as I pull a robe over me, tie the sash, and hurry to open the door.

Be Matt.

Be Matt.

Wilson stands on the other side. “He wants to see you.” He scans my room over my shoulder. “Alone.”

Oh. God.

Ten.

It’s been ten days since he said he wanted me.

I wondered when the day would come. I’d even started to believe it might not ever happen.

But now Wilson is at my door. Saying Matt wants to see me.

I don’t even know what to expect of this meeting. He could very well want nothing but to brainstorm—or to maybe tell me it’s a bad idea, now that he’s had time to reflect on it.

He’d be right. So right.

So I try to calm down my reckless desire for Matt Heavenly Kisser Hamilton and I prepare for a professional meeting—notebook in hand, ready to record any ideas or changes. Even though Wilson said he wanted to see me alone, I refuse to get my hopes up . . . or have them drowned.

I have trouble swallowing as I nod and say, “I’ll meet you at the elevator bank in two minutes.”

I shut the door and then lean on it, trying to catch a big breath.

Fuck.

Matt is going to be the end of me.

Maybe the end of my career, too.

And I should probably take that into serious consideration before I do something reckless.

I don’t.

I kick into action and rush to my small closet. I change into a skirt and blouse, gather my things, grab my room key, and shut my door, following Wilson to the elevators, then down the back exit to the hotel’s underground parking lot.

The door opens from within the car as I approach.

“Charlotte,” a deliciously wicked voice murmurs from the shadows of the backseat.

“Matt.”

I swallow the lump of excitement and desire that gathers in my throat. I’m wet already. Nipples pressing into the fabric of my bra and blouse. He scoots over and I slip inside, shutting the door behind me.

He’s dressed in black.

Smells expensive.

And he looks hotter than sin.

He also moves fast as sin as he reaches out to take my chin between his thumb and finger and forces me to look into his beautiful dark eyes. “I hope I didn’t disturb your sleep.”

His voice is husky, and so is mine.

“Actually, you did. But you didn’t have to send Wilson to knock on my door to do that.”

He smiles and gazes at me, sliding his other hand over the seat until it covers mine. I catch my breath at the touch. He squeezes my fingers, forcing me to meet his gaze.

Wilson drives down the darkened streets while Matt lifts my hand with both of his, turns it over, and drops a kiss on the inside of my palm.

I catch my breath, the warm and silky tip of his tongue flicking out.

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