Free Powerful Men 3: Four Hot Alphas who Take Whatever They Want by Carla Kane

There he was, rising from his desk, smiling that delicious smile, uncontainably handsome as usual. He walked towards her and put out his hands.
    ‘Sandra,’ he said, ‘hi. Thanks for stopping by.’
    ‘Of course Mister President,’ Sandra blurted.
    ‘Now I hear Miss Scholl told you to pack your desk, is that correct?’
    ‘It is,’ Sandra answered.
    ‘Well forget that,’ President Collins smiled, ‘don’t worry about it. Trina’s had a stressful day. I had a talk with her.’
    Sandra couldn’t believe it, she began to blush furiously as a wave of joy and excitement rose up from the pit of her stomach. ‘Thank you!’
    The President waved his hand. ‘Never mind,’ he said. ‘You did good, speaking up there. Christ only knows what might have happened if we moved forward based on the wrong information on this. We need people like you around here, less of these damn yes-men. You’re working with Scholl now, is that correct?’
    ‘Yes sir,’ Sandra nodded.
    ‘Well I think it’s time to move you somewhere else. I think you and Trina need a break from each other and there are far better uses we could find for a young lady with your attitude. How would you like to work for me? As my personal aide, I mean?’
    Sandra couldn’t believe her ears. Just like that, in the blink of an eye she’d gone from almost no job at all to skipping several promotions all at once. It was pretty clear how she felt about that.
    ‘I’d be honored,’ she gasped.
    ‘Excellent,’ the President smiled. ‘Now why don’t you start by going over this speech I’m supposed to give tomorrow at the Senate, the papers are on my desk. Your background is in speech writing, correct?’
    ‘Yes sir,’ Sandra replied, ‘partly.’
    ‘Good,’ the President nodded, a look coming over his face like he was already elsewhere, ‘well get to it. I have to head down to the press room for a release. I’ll see you this evening.’
    As the President walked to the door, Sandra called after him. ‘You mean I should do it in here?’ she asked, ‘or down at my cubicle?’
    The President stopped and smiled. ‘Honey,’ he said, ‘you don’t have a cubicle anymore. Sit down on the couch, if you need anything Sam’s just outside the door. But Sandra?’
    ‘Yes?’
    ‘If I find out you sat at my desk while I was away, I’ll skin you alive, you hear? That’s just for presidents.’
    ‘Yes sir,’ Sandra nodded and the President left the office chuckling to himself .
    Well Sandra had plenty of time to make amendments to the speech (and in fact she made many of them) before the President arrived back that evening. When he did, he looked kind of tired – a slightly more human Rick Collins than the Super Man who appeared nightly on the national and international news.
    ‘Boy I’ll tell ya Sandra,’ he said sitting down at his desk and putting his feet up before him, ‘we all must have been mad to ever want to get into this business.’
    Sandra smiled. ‘Maybe,’ she said, ‘or just blessed with rightful conviction.’
    President Collins glanced at her suddenly. ‘Rightful Conviction,’ he repeated, ‘I like that. That’s good. So tell me, how’d you get on with my speech?’
    She stood in front of his desk and handed him the papers. He took his feet down and began to look through them.
    ‘Uh-huh,’ he said, ‘some good points in here. I can tell I made the right choice with you.’
    ‘Thank you, sir,’ Sandra smiled. She still felt like she was dreaming. Here alone in the Oval Office with the most desirable man in the world, it was total elation.
    ‘You got a boyfriend?’ President Collins asked. ‘I know you’re two young and pretty for a husband.’
    ‘No sir,’ Sandra said.
    ‘Well forget about it, in this business you won’t have time for one anyway. At least not one that counts. Hell me and Rhonda split up years ago, all the rest of it is just for show.’
    Sandra stared. ‘Really? That’s awful sir.’
    ‘Ha,