Page 10 of Power Twist

Hmm, what is she hiding?I lick my lips and take a step forward, pushing the door open a little farther with the toe of my boot. Ever since she stepped out of the library two hours ago, I've died a little inside waiting to see her again, to ask her what really happened in the Oval Office earlier. I know she left chunks of the ordeal out when it was the three of us; hopefully she'll trust me enough to tell the truth, all of it, just her and me.

“We finished talking with the beta team, going over a few things for the upcoming change in travel schedule, and I wanted to say bye before I left.” I shrug, acting like this isn't a big deal. She doesn't need to know the massive fight Tank and I got in just before I stormed up the stairs. Randi doesn't need that kind of pressure. It's not her fault I can't stay away.

I've stayed true to my word though and kept my hands off. Hands offher, that is. My hands have been all over my dick every night I'm forced to go home alone after being with her all day. How could I not? I know what those lips feel like on my skin, around my cock. Know what she sounds like when I hit her deep in just the right spot.

I grunt and adjust my stance to cover my stiffening dick.

“Okay,” she says, drawing out the last syllable. “Bye, then. See you tomorrow.”

“What really happened today, Randi?” I blurt. The door starts to close, but I tuck my foot farther between it and the doorjamb, keeping it open. “I just need to know. Please,” I beg, staring at her neck. The faint red lines from earlier have turned a dark gray. “Tell me,” I grit out.

With an exasperated sigh, she pulls the door open wide and gestures for me to come in.

“You're not going to like it,” she chastises.

“Tell me anyway.” Out of habit, I secure the room, checking every shadowed corner and closet before leaning back against the wall and crossing both arms over my chest. “Out with it, Mess.”

“Fine.” Cinching the belt of the terry cloth robe tighter, she rests on the edge of the bed and sighs. Like earlier, her hand comes up to her neck, two fingers tracing along the faint bruises. “When the voting law was brought up, I might have reacted… badly.”

“There's nothing that would've ever warranted that,” I say with a pointed nod toward her neck.

She shrinks back, her gaze slipping to the floor. “I threw a full mug of coffee at his feet with about five other people in the room and might have lunged at him intending violence while yelling several unfavorable words in there too.”

The crack in her voice and softness in her tone break me. Before I know what I'm doing, I'm in front of her, fingers under her chin tilting that beautiful face up to meet mine.

“Nothing, and I meannothingwarrants violence toward a woman.”

I see the wheels turning in her mind, her eyes searching mine just before her lips turn up. “What about Lorena Bobbitt? She cut a guy’s dick off. Pretty sure he was pissed when that happened. I’m sure in every man’s mind dick chopping warrants a violent response.”

A rumbling chuckle vibrates my chest. Stepping back, I discreetly cover my cock and balls; just the mention of the loss of my boys makes all systems go into protection mode. “Pretty sure he was too busy trying to locate his chopped-off dick to fight back.” I shake my head. “Nice diversion. Now spill it, Mess.”

Knowing I caught her, she smiles and leans back on her elbows. The front of the robe parts, showing off more of the fair skin I'm dying to lick. She clears her throat, drawing my attention up to her smirking face.

“After I almost Bobbitted his head with the mug, he was pissed and tossed me against the wall,” she says with a shrug like it’s no big deal, but I see the tension in her shoulders, the tight lines around her eyes. “It's not like this is the first time he's touched me, just didn't expect it. Next time I'll do better.”

“What did you do?” I grit out, my jaw clenched so tight I have no idea how I formed the words. I'm going to kill him. I'll start with cutting off the hand that held her against the wall, then go from there.

“Nothing, I didn't do anything.” Her head falls forward, the tip of her chin now resting on her breastbone. “I couldn't do anything, Trey. I can hold my ground in verbal fights, but physical? Might as well have been a fight between a lion and a mouse.”

I scan her thin arms and nod.

“We need to fix that.”

“Exactly what I said last night to T,” she grumbles and falls all the way back onto the bed with a moan. “What am I going to do?” She massages her temples. “Get the votes, then what? I feel like that’s not enough. I need more. I need leverage or more power or something.”

She's not wrong. I've been feeling the same thing since the conversation earlier but wasn’t quite sure where to start. Plus, right now, all I can focus on is the slight opening of her robe, giving me a glimpse of her long lean legs.

I lick my lips, eager for a taste.

“Trouble?” Her breathy voice draws my hooded gaze from the apex of her thighs to her face. “What are we doing?”

Whatarewe doing?

What the fuck amIdoing?

I shake my head to clear the lust fog that had settled over my thoughts.

“We plan, we strike, and then we plan again. It's a never-ending battle here in DC, Mess. And in this role, it’s a thousand times worse. People will come after you every second of every day trying to take you down and find faults. It's part of the job.Yourjob is to work in spite of them, not against them. Do what you promised your voters, and right now that's fighting for their rights to vote. Don't let them down, and if you can do that, then we move on to the next issue. I told you before and I'll say it again, you need help.” I give her a pointed look and roll my eyes. “And I don't mean just that single admin you hired. You need someone who you can trust.”

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