Page 101 of Powerless

I pick my scotch up and head over to sit on the side of the bed. “Tell me about yourself.” Jesus, what am I doing? This shouldn’t be personal. I shouldn’t be asking these questions, she’s here for three hours, and never again. No, no, that’s not what I want. I want her. What am I doing?

“What would you like to know?”

Everything. “How old are you?” I sip on my drink as I eagerly hang on every one of her words.

“I’m twenty-five, sir.” She wrings her hands together nervously.

She’s thirteen years younger than I am. Shit. “Twenty-five?”

“Yes, sir.” She smiles stiffly.

Twenty-fucking-five. I drink what’s in my glass before standing to pour myself another scotch. “You clearly know who I am.” I shouldn’t be doing this with her. She’s...different. Reece is not who I was expecting, and this is stirring up feelings I promised myself I never wanted to experience again.

“Of course.” Why is she so damn gorgeous?

“Have you signed an NDA?”

Reece’s lips curl and her shoulders stiffen. “It’s a requirement at the agency, sir,” she spits the words with an air of confrontation.

Is she mocking me? I turn away from her, hiding my own smirk. My little minx is a spitfire. “You can’t discuss this, not with anyone,” I say, almost scolding.

“I’m aware.”

“What happens here stays here.”

“Yes, sir, I know.” Why do I feel like she wants to dare to say something she knows she shouldn’t, especially to me.

“Who else have you been with?”

Reece blows out a deep breath as her lips form a beautiful O. My cock strains in my pants, desperate for her to be on her knees before me while I fuck that perfect mouth. “Who have you been with?” she retorts.

I pull my shoulders back and furrow my brows. “I beg your pardon?”

“I don’t discuss clients with other clients.”

I’m a client? I don’t want to be a client, I want more. “I’m the president,” I baldly reply.

“Yes, sir, you are. But don’t ask me for any personal information on my clients, because I won’t give it to you.”

I don’t like this, not at all. I’m a heartbeat away from forbidding her to continue with this ridiculous profession of hers. “Who have you been with?” I repeat with more urgency.

She crinkles her brows and slightly shakes her head. “I’m not discussing this with you.”

“I can bring the Secret Service in here and have them interrogate you. Or, I could bring the whole weight of my office down on your agency and find out every single one of your past clients.” I can’t believe myself. I’m appalled at my own behavior.

“I have no idea what arrangements you have with Mary. But I don’t discuss clients.” Reece looks down at the floor to compose herself. I’ve never asked Mary about her clients, because frankly, I don’t care. “If you want me to tell you about my clients, then be prepared for me to tell those clients about you.”

A burst of annoyance passes through me. I march over to Reece and wrap my hands around her upper arms. Her abrupt inhalation causes me to look down at her kissable lips. I step closer to her, desperate to be inside of her. “You’ll speak to no one of me.”

Reece’s pretty pink tongue peeks out and wets her lips. “I speak to no one of anything.” Her breath is rapid as her body slightly tilts forward into mine.

I’ve only ever wanted one other woman with this much ferocity. “Who have you been with?” I don’t want to know, because it’ll kill me to know she’s been with other men. I hate knowing that already.

“None of your business. Just because you’re the president, it doesn’t give you the right to know about my clients.” She tries to break out of my hold, but I tighten my grip on her arms. I refuse to release her.

“It gives me every right.”

She holds up her chin. Reece’s determination is refreshing and alluring. “Perhaps I’m not the woman you need tonight.”

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