No Corner to Hide (The Max Masterson Series Book 2) by Mark E Becker Page A
Authors: Mark E Becker
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weren’t his clothes. They were golf clothes, and Max had never played the game.
“What the hell are these golf clothes doing in here?” Max yelled to nobody in particular, but expecting an immediate response. As he emerged from the cramped bathroom, a female voice came from the co-pilot’s seat. “Because your handlers are taking you on a golf outing, and I must say you look very pretty dressed in bright yellow, Mister President.” The sound of Rachel’s voice was melodious, and brought back his smile. She couldn’t resist the opportunity to tease him mercilessly. “Do you need me to carry your golf bag, Sir? I’m a good caddy, and I’ll wash and polish your balls after each shot.”
Max laughed. “I’m sure they got that covered, all except the ball polishing part…Come to think of it, the president’s girlfriend will henceforth be his designated ball polisher from this point on. Attend to it immediately, my able assistant!”
“Yes, Mr. President, should I alert the press?” Andrew was relieved to see Max back to normal, and wondered how long it would last. Rachel had that effect on him, and he played along.
“And may I suggest, Mr. President, that we also appoint this capable woman to act as your co-pilot in all future trips outside of Washington, as she is attracting a large contingent of voters who are keenly interested in your love life, sir?”
“You may have our legal staff prepare a presidential proclamation to that extent, Mr. Fox, while I spend a little alone time with our co-pilot…We need to do an in-flight check…or something…” He pulled her back into the tiny makeshift changing room and closed the door. Immediately she was in his arms, kissing him passionately and fumbling at his belt. “I’m going to initiate you into the milehigh club on every flight,” she whispered breathily in his ear. She pulled his golf shirt over his head. Max found a front zipper and pulled, pleasantly surprised that her flight suit concealed nothing more than his favorite Victoria’s Secret bra and panties.
The day had not gone anywhere close to plan, but Rachel’s presence had brought Max back from the serious thoughts that occupied him at the oil spill. He needed her desperately, and their passion could not wait. He couldn’t remember the last time they had been alone—if traveling with a full flight crew, security detail, and political aides could be considered alone. He groaned, not only from the intense pleasure of the moment, but also from the realization that the President of the United States can never be alone.
“We have got to keep meeting like this,” Max said as Rachel’s flight suit slid off her shoulders and slowly crumpled to the floor.
CHAPTER 15
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ndrew Fox was to accompany Max on each of his forays away from the White House. He had assumed the essential role of keeping Max on task as he had attempted to do during the campaign. Minutes into the job, he realized that
his duties would be unlike any job he had held in the past. Max Masterson’s life was an eclectic combination of passion, exercise, and deep focus that allowed him to work and play with equal intensity.
As Max and Rachel were wrapped in passion in the makeshift changing room/bathroom, Andrew sat on the mall jump seat staring forward through the cockpit at the green rolling hills that stretched into infinity below. He tried to focus on the detailed notes on his iPad, and he tried to update the log of activities that had taken place, checking off each event and reviewing the details of the next one, ensuring that every detail was arranged. But he couldn’t get the thought out of his mind that the President of the United States was having sex no more than fifteen feet away. He shifted to the personal calendar, writing Find a girlfriend…quick!
He looked across the cabin at the two Secret Service agents assigned to the President. They seemed oblivious to the President’s activities. They sat stoically in the
“What the hell are these golf clothes doing in here?” Max yelled to nobody in particular, but expecting an immediate response. As he emerged from the cramped bathroom, a female voice came from the co-pilot’s seat. “Because your handlers are taking you on a golf outing, and I must say you look very pretty dressed in bright yellow, Mister President.” The sound of Rachel’s voice was melodious, and brought back his smile. She couldn’t resist the opportunity to tease him mercilessly. “Do you need me to carry your golf bag, Sir? I’m a good caddy, and I’ll wash and polish your balls after each shot.”
Max laughed. “I’m sure they got that covered, all except the ball polishing part…Come to think of it, the president’s girlfriend will henceforth be his designated ball polisher from this point on. Attend to it immediately, my able assistant!”
“Yes, Mr. President, should I alert the press?” Andrew was relieved to see Max back to normal, and wondered how long it would last. Rachel had that effect on him, and he played along.
“And may I suggest, Mr. President, that we also appoint this capable woman to act as your co-pilot in all future trips outside of Washington, as she is attracting a large contingent of voters who are keenly interested in your love life, sir?”
“You may have our legal staff prepare a presidential proclamation to that extent, Mr. Fox, while I spend a little alone time with our co-pilot…We need to do an in-flight check…or something…” He pulled her back into the tiny makeshift changing room and closed the door. Immediately she was in his arms, kissing him passionately and fumbling at his belt. “I’m going to initiate you into the milehigh club on every flight,” she whispered breathily in his ear. She pulled his golf shirt over his head. Max found a front zipper and pulled, pleasantly surprised that her flight suit concealed nothing more than his favorite Victoria’s Secret bra and panties.
The day had not gone anywhere close to plan, but Rachel’s presence had brought Max back from the serious thoughts that occupied him at the oil spill. He needed her desperately, and their passion could not wait. He couldn’t remember the last time they had been alone—if traveling with a full flight crew, security detail, and political aides could be considered alone. He groaned, not only from the intense pleasure of the moment, but also from the realization that the President of the United States can never be alone.
“We have got to keep meeting like this,” Max said as Rachel’s flight suit slid off her shoulders and slowly crumpled to the floor.
CHAPTER 15
A
ndrew Fox was to accompany Max on each of his forays away from the White House. He had assumed the essential role of keeping Max on task as he had attempted to do during the campaign. Minutes into the job, he realized that
his duties would be unlike any job he had held in the past. Max Masterson’s life was an eclectic combination of passion, exercise, and deep focus that allowed him to work and play with equal intensity.
As Max and Rachel were wrapped in passion in the makeshift changing room/bathroom, Andrew sat on the mall jump seat staring forward through the cockpit at the green rolling hills that stretched into infinity below. He tried to focus on the detailed notes on his iPad, and he tried to update the log of activities that had taken place, checking off each event and reviewing the details of the next one, ensuring that every detail was arranged. But he couldn’t get the thought out of his mind that the President of the United States was having sex no more than fifteen feet away. He shifted to the personal calendar, writing Find a girlfriend…quick!
He looked across the cabin at the two Secret Service agents assigned to the President. They seemed oblivious to the President’s activities. They sat stoically in the
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