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Blake shrugged. “I’m not sure. Maybe, like you, I worried about making you feel uncomfortable.”
She reached across and took his hand. “I wish we could go back to your family’s home.”
He wrapped his fingers around her hand and squeezed.
“I’m sorry we haven’t had much time together since we came back. There never seems to be time to get everything done.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” he said. “We are mates.”
“You’ve said that so many times, but I’m not sure I even know what that means.”
He gently pulled her hand, guiding her from the desk to the couch. “We are alone for the moment. Come sit with me.”
She sat beside him, slipped off her shoes, and leaned her head on his shoulder. “I hate that he’s right.”
“Who? Alistair?”
“Yes. I knew this job meant living in a fishbowl, but I had no idea how hard it would be. People won’t be happy with me dating anyone. Now that people suspect you are my boyfriend, nothing else seems to matter.” She lifted her head. “Two days ago, I facilitated a conversation between both parties to create a sound budget that will serve everyone well this next year. I’ve signed more bills helping families and women than any other president. I’ve increased environmental measures that will help the next three generations. None of the reporters wanted to discuss that at the ceremony this morning. None of them wanted to talk about Ambassador Baptiste. By the way, I think she was an excellent choice. They only wanted to discuss that dumb picture of you flying me away from the helicopter and if we were dating.”
“They are simple-minded people with no real concerns for what’s important. You did a great job evading their questions.”
Angela lifted her head. “Maybe I should start answering their questions instead of evading them.”
Blake furrowed his forehead. “Do you mean you should tell them we are dating?”
She sucked in her bottom lip. “Are we?”
“Are we what?”
“Are we dating?”
He wanted to answer her by taking off all her clothes and worshipping every part of her body, but that would be very inappropriate. But it was difficult for his cock to understand he needed to wait. Instead, he took her hand and said, “Angela, I love you. You are my mate.”
“So, then we are dating?”
One side of his mouth lifted. “Dragons don’t date. Once we fall in love, we mate, and that’s it. I’m not sure how to date.”
She popped off the couch and clapped her hands. “Well, we need to change that. Let’s go out to dinner tonight.”
“Go out?”
“Yes, I know the perfect Italian restaurant not far from here. I’ve been there a thousand times before. It’s small, and they have a private table in the back. The owners are the sweetest people. It will be perfect.”
Blake smiled at how quickly she turned from boss-babe to giddy teenager. “I said I wasn’t sure how to date, but I know enough about it to know that the man normally asks.”
Angela put her hands on her hips. “That’s old-fashioned thinking. I am a modern woman. I mean, I am the first woman President of the United States. I could force you to go out with me.”
He sat back against the couch and stretched out his legs in front of him. “I would like to see you try,” he said.
“You forget, Mr. Sullivan, that I am technically the Commander-in-Chief of the entire military. So, yes, I can force you to do whatever I want.”
He held up his hands in surrender. “Okay, Madam President. I will go out to dinner with you.”
“Great.”
Knock, knock, knock.
Angela sat on the couch, put her shoes back on, and said, “Come in.”
