The warmth of his hand lingering on my face as he ran his down my face and brushing his thumb over my lips cuffing the bottom of my chin. He started to lean in and kiss me but I got scared and slapped him.
"Omg, I'm so sorry I did not mean to do that"
He was holding the side of his face with his mouth wide open "Wow okay. I was not expecting that."
"I'm really sorry I really did not mean to do that"
He chuckled "It's okay Ms. Harris. I was expecting a reject, I just wasn't expecting for you to slap me"
"Again, I'm really sorry Mr. President."
I took my binder from out his hand and went back to the other side of the car. We sat in awkward silence for the rest of the car ride. I can't believe I really just slapped the potus, I'm surprised they didn't take me out yet.
When we arrived he held his index finger up singling me not to get out the car yet.
Why doesn't he want me to get out the car? omg he's about to get me.
"José, can you guys give us a minute?"
"Yes sir."
He waited for them to get out the car, and turned his head in my direction. Oh he's about to assassinate me
"Ms. Harris"
"Y-yes?"
"Everything that's happened or what's going to happen, will stay between us right?"
What does he mean "what's going to happen?" is he really about to take me out over a slap?? That remark really made me nervous, my hands were starting to sweat and I had knots in my stomach.
I nodded my head; yes
"I need a straight answer not a nod Ms. Harris."
The tone in his voice turned me on just a little it made me stutter my words. "Mm-Y-Yes"
"Good, can I ask you a question?"
"Yes"
"Are you seeing anyone? or in a relationship?"
Why is he asking me if I'm in a relationship like he doesn't have a whole wife. I don't want no problems with her she might just beat my little ass up.
"Um, no. Why?"
"I just wanted to know. Do you plan on seeing or dating anyone?"
"Uhh, well, yes."
He scrunched his face up "Why?"
"Because I don't plan on being single for the rest of my life."
He chuckled "you're unbelievable"
I frowned my eye brows "What do you mean?"
"Well I mean I need yo- I can't explain it right now. Shall we get going Ms. Harris?"
I nodded my head. He lead over my lap and locked the door on my side. Why is he locking the door? what the fuck is he doing.
"So Ms. Harris"
No, no, no Ms. Harris I thought we were leaving, why is the door lock.
"Hm?"
"I would like to take you out on a date."
"Don't you have a wife?" That came out aggressive than I had imagined
He laughed "Yes, but we're separated. I wouldn't have been flirting with you if I was still with my wife"
I laughed "You wouldn't be the first married man to flirt with me."
"Hm, how many have flirted with you?"
"Need to know?"
He moved closer towards me "Yes"
"That's for me to know, and for you to find out"
"Oh, don't worry love I'll find out. Answer my question."
The way he called me love sent chills down my spine. God this man is about to make me risk it all.
I made a little smirk "How are you going to find out?"
He smiled "Don't worry about it and you're avoiding my question Ms. Harris"
I definitely was, I didn't want to give him a straight up, yes or no answer. He's not technically married so would I be the next Monica Lewiskey?
"I'm not sure"
"You're not sure about what?"
"Going on a date with you."
"Why?"
"You're the potus? And you're married."
He chuckled "How about I'm not the potus when we're alone together? And I don't necessarily claim that I'm married anymore. I'm just waiting for her to sign the divorce papers."
Divorce papers? I didn't think their separation was that serious I'm kind of invested on what happened? Did he cheat? Did she cheat? I should probably ask but that's way too nosy.
"So if you're not the potus when we're alone, then who are you?" I said ending with a laugh
"You call me Barack I call you Kamala, fair?"
I smiled "Don't we have a meeting we have to go to?"
"I would love to skip that meeting and spend the rest of my time talking to you"
I started laughing, I could not stop laughing. What he said wasn't funny and he didn't do anything for me to be laughing this hard right now.
"What's funny Kamala?"
He said it with a tone in his voice which made me completely stop laughing. It was very passive aggressive if you ask me
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh it just came out"
He smiled "You're fine giggles."
He got out of the car and walked over to side I was on, I unlocked the door and he opened it. I got out the car and we started to walk towards the building.
When we made it inside we walked to the room that we're supposed to be having our meeting at. I looked at my watch and we were 18 minutes late. God Kamala you're slacking.
I felt something brush up against me, I knew who it was but I didn't turn around because he was already opening. He whispered something in my ear before he completely opened the door.
"When the meeting is done, don't leave without seeing me first. I would hate for us to go our separate ways and we haven't exchanged numbers yet."
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I'm high asf writing this book, Michelle might fuck around and beat giggles up 😭
Trust guys that slap at the beginning was hard asf, It knocked the daylights outta him bet he won't try that no more 😭👀
