Sloan is the president’s esteed daughter, so you can imagine how stuck-up her life is. Expected to behave a certain way, talk a certain way, move a certain way to not jeopardize her father’s position, she’s unhappy, and has had it up to her throat.
When the newest mber of the Secret Service shows up to guard her, he’s a breath of fresh air for her. And for him, she doesn’t mind throwing everything away.
Her status. Her sanity. Her virginity.
Ford Brooks certainly did not count getting tempted by his newest mission — the President’s daughter. Nevertheless, he tries his best to keep his hands and dirty thoughts to himself. But when she turns eighteen, and he’s tasked to watch over her that night, how closely can he watch her body without giving in to his urges?
Your guess is as good as mine.
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1: Sloan.
I lean up against the door to my father’s office, staring at his secretary. I’ve beco close to her over the years since we spend a lot of ti together. Mostly during tis like this, when I’m waiting outside his office to get a mont with him.
She’s given advice in a motherly way, and I know she views as more than just her boss’s daughter. In fact, I’m pretty sure she and my dad are in love. Neither of them has said a word to , and I don’t ask. But they must have finally given in to their attraction because my dad doesn’t seem as grumpy. Though I think July might have been the one to have made him grumpy to begin with. I hope they stop hiding their love soon. Though who knows if they are hiding it from or the rest of the world. Maybe both.
"How’s the mood in there?" I point to the door, and she laughs. She can read him better than anyone.
"He seed in pretty good spirits. Why? Are you going to ss that up?" She gives a teasing smile.
I worry my bottom lip between my teeth. Maybe. I don’t want to, but I know we are going to disagree—sothing that seems to be happening a lot lately. He says I’ve started to rebel, but I don’t see it that way. I see it as making my own choices about what I want to do with my life.
If it were up to him, he would plan my entire life but co tomorrow I’ll be eighteen and the choices will be all mine. Sort of. I’ll still be the president’s daughter, just like I have been since I was eleven. Life completely changed the day he was elected. It was a lot to take in, but it would have been that way for anyone. But now after two terms, his presidency is coming to an end.
I shrug at July, but she looks at with sympathy. "It’s only a few more months," she reminds . "Then you’ll be off to college."
"I don’t want to." It’s hard to keep the anger I’m feeling out of my voice. I’m being unreasonable and I know it. I don’t want to go to college for two reasons. For one, college was never sothing I longed for, even though I do extrely well in school. And two, I’ll never really know if the Ivy League colleges are begging to have because of my dad or because of my own hard work. I shouldn’t care why they want , because I don’t want them.
I want a different life than the one my dad wants for . It’s been hard trying to get him to understand I’m not his little girl anymore. He might have had dreams of politics for himself, but all I ever wanted was a house full of kids and a husband who was ho every night for dinner. I don’t want soone too busy for . I want the house with the white picket fence, not the White House.
I’ve got my own future mapped out in my mind, and the only thing I can see is Ford. But it’s not the one my dad wants to go after. If I leave the White House, then I won’t see him again. From what I know about him he’s the lead agent in my dad’s security detail. In every fantasy I have, he’s the shining star. And he might also be the reason I’m waiting outside my dad’s office.
"Who’s he in with?" I ask July, praying she says his na.
She smiles brightly at and I have a suspicion she’s on to . I feel my cheeks burn. Who am I kidding, it’s not like I’m stealthy enough to hide my crush on him. She notices everything. Though he doesn’t even know I exist. He’s polite when he greets , but nothing more. No matter how hard I try and engage him, he always has that sa straight face. I have no idea why I find it so sexy, but everything about him is.
He’s nothing like the boys I went to high school with. Everyone was so proper and stuck up. Everyone was considered well bred, and it only made yearn for a simple life free from that. I wanted the life I grew up with as a young girl living in Tennessee. Before my dad beca governor and then began his race for president.
I try to imagine where Ford lives and if he has a girlfriend. My stomach rolls at the idea. He doesn’t wear a ring on his finger, but I guess he could still be married. I think July would have told if he were. The first ti I saw him I was fifteen and he walked into my dad’s office. I was leaving at the sa ti and I passed right by him. My knees beco weak when he turned his dark green eyes on .
I reach up and sweep my chestnut-brown bangs away from my face. Maybe I should have taken a little longer to get ready this morning. I had a feeling he might be here today, so I rushed to make sure I didn’t miss him. I’ve noticed when he does stop by it’s always early. He hasn’t been here in over a week and my heart was starting to ache with his absence. How can I miss soone I’ve never even really talked to?
"Mr. Ford is in there with him," she tells , making my heart flutter. I’m going to get to see him and I don’t care if I have to stay out here all day just to catch a small glimpse.
"What do you know about him?" I finally ask the question I’ve never been brave enough to. I don’t want to show my attraction to him, but I’m past the point where I can stand it. I have to know. It’s been so long since I’ve seen him that I’ve been driven to the edge of control. I lean against the door and brace myself for what she’s going to say.
"He’s a little too old for you, Sloan." She raises an eyebrow at . I have to bite my tongue to remind her of the age difference between her and my dad, but I know she’s only trying to protect . "But," she continues, "I know he’s a forr Marine. He’s not active as far as I can recall, but you never know for sure around here."
I begin to agree with her, but the door I’m leaning against opens up at the sa ti and I let out a scream as I start to fall into the Oval Office. I close my eyes tight and brace for the impact, but instead I fall into strong arms. I’m pulled close to a wide chest, and I open my eyes to see the deep green I dream about staring back at . They hold in a trance and I wonder what he sees when he looks at .
Over the past few years I’ve changed. It’s hard not to when you live in the spotlight. I’ve transford from the awkward gangly kid into a woman. The news and blogs are not kind and always have sothing to say about how I look. Recently it’s all about how much weight I’ve gained, and so of the comnts are about how my boobs have gotten too big. As if I have control over that. My hormones took off and I developed nearly overnight. I’m still getting used to this new body that is drawing more attention than ever. Does Ford see it too, or does he still see as a kid?
"Hi," I chirp louder than I an to.
He grunts as he pulls into him and my breath catches. The air around us is charged, and I swear I feel sothing spark between us. But he only holds to him for a brief second before he puts on my feet and steps away. He mumbles sothing I don’t catch, and I notice his breathing is heavy. He looks pissed as he creates distance between us, and I can’t help but feel foolish for falling on him.
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