Mr. President

Chapter 5

I went back to the hotel that night and he was all that I could think about. It still doesn't seem real to me that I'm going to be working for the best man on the planet.

I draw a bath and let my thoughts soak in with the bubbles surrounding me. Before he walked me out he told me that I should be back tomorrow around the same time.

I realize that I don't have very many professional clothes to wear and decide to go shopping tomorrow after work.

After I'm finished I let the water out and wrap a towel around my body and one around my head before laying down on the hotel bed.

About 10 minutes pass and I hear a knock on the door. I look over that the clock on the wall and it's 7:30. Who would be here now? Maybe it's room service or something.

I walk over to the door and look through the peeping hole to see who it is. It looks like one of the president's security men. I rush back into the bathroom and grab my gown to sleep in and quickly slip in on before throwing my towels into a pile on the floor.

When I return the man is still at the door. I open it quickly and realize that it isn't one of the security men. It is actually the president well disguised.

"Scarlett." He nods and pulls down his sun glasses so that I can tell it's really him.

"What are you doing here? Are you allowed to just leave by yourself? Where is your security? What are you doing here?" I begin to panic not because he is here but because I am worried for him. The president should always have security with him.

"Calm down, they are downstairs in the lobby. I told them to wait. I came to personally give you the keys to your apartment." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a key and places it into my hand.

I gasp. I knew he had talked about doing it earlier but I didn't think it would be this soon...literally the same day.

"Thank you so much, John." I say and smile. "You really didn't have to. I could've found one."

"I did have to. And I didn't just find a random apartment, I found the best one." He says and grins.

I suddenly become very self conscious when I remember that I am still in a light pink short night gown with no bra on. I quickly cover up my chest.

John looks over at me with a puzzled expression. "You never have to cover up for me, Scarlett." He says and his face turns serious.

"I look like a mess right now. It's not very lady like for me to be in this I front of any man, let alone the president of the United States."

"I'm just a man. You don't have to call me president all of the time. And you're the most lady like woman I've ever seen." He says back to me, staring in my eyes.

I'm at a loss for words and am thankful when he continues talking.

"I'm giving you tomorrow off so that you can move in and get comfortable. If you have any questions, call me." He reaches into his pocket again. "This is my personal phone, it doesn't go through anyone else. Just straight to me, top priority calls. I've set up a phone line at your apartment." He hands me a slip of paper with a number on it.

"I don't think it will be necessary, but thank you so much for everything. Do you do this for all of your employees?" I ask.

He gives a small smile. "I think you know that answer to that."

I feel my cheeks getting heated and look into his beautiful eyes. No no no, I can't. He is the president and he is married with children. This would be so wrong.

"John it's very nice but I couldn't. I'm not like that. Even for the president." I say and bite my lip, waiting for his reaction.

"I figured you would say that. I know you aren't like that and that's what I like about you. If you want me to leave you alone, I will. Just get moved into the apartment and give me a call. I'll see you Friday at noon." He says and puts his sunglasses back on and walks down to the end of the hallway where he is met by his men.

This is unbelievable. I play our conversation over and over in my head until I fall asleep. I'm anxious to move but very tired so it doesn't take long to pass out.