Madison ignores me as she brushes past me without so much as a second look. She’s irritable looking, in wildly adorable way as she pours coffee and then starts poking through cupboards and slamming drawers.
Her mother sharply puts down her Post and pointedly clears her throat. “Looking for something, dear,” she says sharply.
Maddie sighs dramatically as she slams drawer shut. “Yeah, where is the sugar?”
“The table,” I say, grinning at her as I lean back against the counter across the kitchen from her. She shoots me a quick sneering look before she stomps over to the breakfast table.
“I apologize for my daughter’s behavior, boys,” Eleanor says, arching a brow at her scowling daughter before turning to smile at me.
“I’d say she’s in good company,” I grin, nodding at Dexter, who’s got his head down on his arms on the table and who very well might actually be sleeping right now. This time it’s my parent who clears his throat and kicks at Dexter’s feet with his polished shoe.
“Okay, so sorry for not knowing where anything in this giant house is,” Madison says with a roll of her eyes as she sinks into the bench around the table and sips at her coffee. Jesus, fluffy pink robes should not be that fucking hot on someone. Stupid, fluffy pink mom robes should not fit across her tight little ass so perfectly, and should not ride up above her knee so high when she sits that it’s taking every ounce of restraint not to let my eyes drag up those perfect stems of hers.
I briefly imagine her wearing the same black lace bra and slip underneath it that she wore last night.
“You know,” Eleanor says, putting her paper down and breaking my spell. “You’re right, you should know your way around this place since you’re going to be here for the next few months.”
I catch Maddie sending a quick glance my way and hold it, wagging my eyebrows and grinning at her until she hurriedly looks back into her coffee.
“Hunter?”
I jerk my head up to the beaming Madame President. “Ma’am?”
“Why don’t you show Madison around?” She says with a warm smile. “I assume you know this place quite well by now, what with the training exercises and all.”
I mean, she’s right. You know how they say cab drivers in London have to know the name and whereabouts of every street in the city? Well I know every single inch of the White House. Every window, door, secret door, safe room, weapon’s cache, alarm, strike point, and guard post. By heart. Can’t wait to let that wealth of knowledge go to absolute shit when I’m forced off the job.
Eleanor smiles at me before she turns to raise a brow at Maddie. “I’m sure she could get a great tour and lay of the land from you.”
I grin hugely while no one but Maddie is looking my way, and mouth the word “lay” salaciously with a wicked look in my eye, loving the way she goes bright red and shoots me a murderous look before taking a big gulp of her coffee.
I mean, this is a terrible idea. Alone time, with her, with the knowledge I have of secret, un-monitored places in this giant house? Yeah, horrible idea, given my raging hard-on and sinfully inappropriate thoughts about her.
But I smile broadly at the President, acutely aware of Madison glaring at me from behind her mother. “I’d be happy to, Madame President,” I say formally.
She sighs and makes a face. “Oh, Hunter, I’m so sorry for the formalities, you know.”
“No, I know, ma’am.”
She smiles at me. “Give it a few months, both of you, and then ‘Eleanor’ will work just fine.” She puts an arm around her daughter. “Once we’re all one big family.” Her daughter all but audibly groans as I do everything to hold back the chuckle in my throat.
“So!” I say gleefully, rubbing my hands togethers. “Ready for that tour?”
“So, how was your night?” I’m honestly asking just to make small-talk, since she’s insisted on giving me the fucking silent treatment ever since her mom got me to take her on this little tour of the house. Except then she blushes, and suddenly, my cock grows a little tighter in my pants.
It’s not like she goes bright red, but it’s just enough of a pink glow to her cheeks, and just the smallest hint of a smile on those lips that she doesn’t quite hide fast enough that suddenly has my full and fucking undivided attention. Because I’m not actually a mind reader, but I’d know how this girl looks when she’s turned on any day. Any day, or say, last night, for instance.