Madam President

by by T. Novan

  Dev chuckled. "Thank David. That's why he gets the big bucks and bigger headaches." She gestured at Lauren's hands. "You gonna open that, or would you rather I leave first?" Dev didn't want to leave at all. But she couldn't take another second of Lauren picking at that envelope. She was nearly ready to reach over and rip it open herself. But, she conceded inwardly, that would be just a tad difficult to explain.

  "No!" Okay, that was way too quick. Lauren cleared her throat awkwardly. "I um you don't have to leave. I mean, you don't have a meeting or anything, right?" she asked hopefully.

  "Not a single one, and it's only 5:30." Dev crossed herself. "It's a miracle."

  Lauren moved to get up, clutching the envelope. "Let me just put this away. I'm sure it's nothing"

  "Aw, c'mon, Lauren." Dev smiled charmingly and poked at the slightly dingy, golden paper. "I'm dying to see what happens next to the intrepid, female explorer, Adrienne Nash. Or do I have to call you Ms. Gallager when I talk about your series?"

  Lauren looked at Dev blankly, thinking she must have heard her wrong. She couldn't mean "You read these?" The younger woman waved the envelope.

  "Oh, yeah! Devour is more like it. I've read all of them. Been waiting like an idiot for the new one."

  Lauren fell back onto the sofa limply. "You knew and you still hired me?" Duh! Of course she knew. She's the President of the United Friggin' States of America! She probably knows more about me than I do.

  Dev scoffed at the question. "Your biographies are the best I've ever read. And your credentials as a biographer and historian are impeccable." Dev picked up her mug again and took a healthy swallow. "I never have understood the notion that writers couldn't do both fiction and non-fiction, and still be respected in each field. Plus... well um..."

  "Plus, I use a pen name for my fiction so I can still ‘pass' as respectable because nobody knows?" Lauren's voice was resigned, but tinged with sarcasm.

  Dev stiffened. "I control a lot of things. But I don't set the standards of acceptability for the publishing industry."

  Lauren's gaze dropped to her shoes. Quit being such a bitch about it. It's not her fault you can't own up to most of the writing you do. “Of course you don't. I'm sorry." A thought occurred to her, and she smiled tentatively, hoping to make up for her misdirected anger. She handed the envelope to Dev. "Here, enjoy it. A gift from me to you; the first copy of Lauren Gallager's newest tale."

  Devlyn snatched the book like a little kid who had just been handed her first present on Christmas morning. She practically squealed with delight. "Ooo, neat!"

  Lauren burst out laughing as Dev tore open the envelope with abandon. The tall woman looked up as she slipped the book out. "What?" she complained somewhat bashfully. "You gave it to me. Don't laugh at me now."

  Lauren blinked as Devlyn flipped the book over in her hands, examining it from every angle and running her fingers over its shiny cover. Then she looked up at her with eyes so filled with innocent pleasure that they immediately brought to mind Ashley's, despite the difference in color.

  A slow blush worked its way across Dev's cheeks. "Don't suppose you'd autograph it for me?"

  Mutely, Lauren bobbed her head. Wow. I can't believe this. “I’d be happy to. Let me get a pen." Before she could move, Dev was seated next to her, eagerly handing her the book and a pen. "Umm... wow, that was fast. Okay, any particular way you want this signed?"

  "No." Dev shook her head as she tapped her knees excitedly. "Just think of me as your biggest, geekiest fan."

  Lauren chuckled as she took the book back, opening it carefully. She'd lay money on the fact that Devlyn Marlowe didn't break the bindings on books. The tip of her tongue appeared for just a second as she thought of what to write. Then she quickly inscribed the book and handed it back. "You're all set."

  Dev gingerly opened the novel, peeking at the inside cover. "To Wonder Woman: Please enjoy it, my geeky friend. Lauren Gallager." Dev shook her head. "Cute," she snorted. "Veeery cute." The President was loving this and it showed in the sparkle of her eyes and the bright smile that creased her cheeks. "Well, now I have something to read on the plane."

  "Holy shit!"

  Dev jumped, fumbling with the book as it threatened to fly out of her hands. "What? What is it?" She searched Lauren's face.

  "We'll be taking the Bat Plane, won't we?"

  Dev blew out a relieved breath, her eyebrow twitching in amused annoyance. "I'm thirty-eight years old. One more unexpected exclamation like that, and I won't see thirty-nine." She clutched her chest for effect, and Lauren rolled her eyes. "And, yes, we'll be aboard Air Force One, if that's what you mean. And Lauren?"

  A pale head tilted.

  A reckless grin made Dev feel like a kid again. "It's so much better than the Bat Plane."

  Friday, March 5th

  "Come on now, give me a hug." Dev was on her knees with the children.

  The looks of disappointment on their faces tore at Lauren in a way she never thought possible. Sweet Jesus, is it always like this? I'd never be able to go anywhere!

  "You gonna be gone long?" Chris asked, his face buried in Dev's long, glossy hair.

  "I'll only be gone as long as I have to, pal. You know that. I'll be back as soon as I can."

  "Miss you." Aaron gave her a kiss on the cheek as Dev wrapped her other arm around him.

  "I'll miss all you guys. And I promise, when I come home, we'll do pizza and Disney movies all day on my first Sunday back, okay?"

  "Can Lauren and Grem watch movies and eat pizza too?" Chris asked, pushing his glasses up his nose, looking at Lauren with a bashful grin.

  Dev glanced up at the writer, giving her a tiny smile. So, you've bewitched my children too, huh? "If she wants to." Her eyes flicked to Lauren's and held the same look of adoration that Christopher was currently sporting. " But you'll have to ask her yourself."

  Before Chris could open his mouth, Lauren answered. She held Dev's penetrating gaze as she spoke. "I wouldn't miss it for the world. I enjoy spending time with you guys," she heard herself say. Huh. I really do. Judd would keel over from a heart attack if he heard me say that. She glanced over to Chris and wagged her finger in warning. "But no pizza for Grem. It makes him burp."

  Dev winced at the mention of the dog's name. "Speaking of Gremlin.” The hateful little flea bag. “Lauren’s gonna need someone to look after him while we're gone, and we agreed you guys can do it if you want. What do you think?"

  The boys cheered, but Ashley, who was standing next to Emma, only shrugged noncommittally. Dev rose and moved past the tow-headed boys to her daughter. "Now c'mon, Moppet." Her dark head tilted in entreaty. "You're the oldest, you have to agree too."

  "‘Kay." Ashley tried to smile, but it was weak and watery at best.

  Dev leaned in and touched noses with her daughter. "I have a surprise for you."

  Despite herself, Ashley's eyes suddenly glittered with youthful excitement. "Yeah?"

  "Yeah." Dev gave a whistle and the door opened. Gremlin came charging into the room, followed by a certain former Ohio State Trooper who had finally been coaxed into joining the Secret Service.

  Ashley's eyes grew wide as saucers when she saw her friend. "Amy!" She bolted past Dev, her bothers and Lauren to grab the woman around the waist, squeezing as tightly as she could.

  Dev said a prayer of thanks that she was finally able to do something to make Ashley smile. She knew it had been a difficult winter for the girl.

  Devlyn asked Emma, "You're sure you're okay with dog sitting?"

  "Tch. Why not? I've been taking care of you for years. The dog might actually listen to me." The older woman gave a playful poke to Presidential ribs.

  "I really appreciate it too, Emma," Lauren offered, delighted by the motherly interplay between Emma and Devlyn. "I think he'd be miserable in a kennel after all the attention he's used to getting from the kids. They love him."

  The nanny smiled knowingly. "It's springtime." She waved her hand out in front of her.
"It's in the air."

  Dev regarded the ugly black and white dog that looked like his face had been smashed flat by a cast-iron skillet. She just knew he was a Republican. "Hey, you little beastie."

  Grem's ears perked up, and his tail began wagging furiously. Then he saw who called him and he grumbled, baring crooked teeth and mottled gums.

  Dev reached into her pocket and pulled out a small zip-locked baggie. "I've got something for you," she taunted wickedly. Dropping to the ground, she sat back on her heels and pulled a treat from the clear plastic, pretending to eat. She moaned and hummed ‘boy, eating this is one hell of an orgasmic experience' sounds the entire time.

  Lauren unconsciously licked her lips.

  Gremlin took a nervous step forward, his beady eyes trained on Dev's hand.

  Devlyn waved the dog snack in front of his face, watching as his little nostrils flared with interest.

  "Now you're bribing my dog?" Lauren's hands moved to her hips. "Good grief, have you no shame?"

  "Nope. None." Dev shrugged lightly. "I figured if you could be bought for a double-stuffed Oreo, Gremlin would be ripe for the taking with a few Snausages." You'd better not make me look stupid in front of your mommy by biting me, Gremlin! I hear NASA is looking for a few test animals for their next mission to Mars. Devlyn was careful to hold the treat at the very tips of her fingers as the dog sniffed it warily. "Oh, yeah. You know you want it." Dev's eyes narrowed with a predatory glint. "C'mon take it."

  Lauren watched in fascination as the President of the Unites States and her Pug faced off in a battle of wills. She was taking even odds. I can't believe I'm seeing this.

  But Grem broke first, snatching the fragrant treat from extended fingers before he retreated behind Emma's legs. Dev felt a big, satisfied smile edge its way onto her face. "Ahhh, progress. I wish Congress were that easy." The tall woman put her palms on her knees and pushed to her feet so she could hand the bag to Emma. "Keep those handy in case he turns on you."

  Emma nodded. "Be careful, Devlyn Marlowe. These babies need you." She gave the President a long hug.

  "I will, Emma. And we'll be home soon." Dev disentangled herself and opened her arms to her children once more. "Last chance. You know just one is never enough for me." She sighed. "I have to go before Liza has a conniption and gets the cattle prod after me."

  All the kids ran over and hugged their mother in turn. Ash tugged her down to her level. "Thank you, Mommy. Amy is the best present ever."

  "I'm glad, Moppet. Take good care of her. She just finished her Secret Service training, and I think she could use a little TLC."

  The girl giggled. "I will. I promise." Then, without thought, she darted over to Lauren and threw her arms around her.

  Lauren started in surprise but managed to gently, albeit it a little awkwardly, lower her hands and softly rub Ashley's back. She wasn't sure what to say and felt a flood of relief course through her when Ashley spoke first.

  "I promise we'll take good care of Grem, too."

  Lauren relaxed and returned the girl's hug with more vigor. "I know you will, Ash. Have fun while we're gone."

  * * *

  Lauren tried not to let the excitement show in her face as the limousine pulled up to the plane. It’s just a plane. It's just a plane. You've been on a plane before. Her eyes were riveted on the enormous steel monster. Oh, man, for two Hershey bars and a window seat on that bad boy, I'd have Dev's baby. Her face turned bright red as the direction of her thoughts registered.

  "I've arranged for you to have your own office onboard," Dev commented casually, oblivious to the sometimes profound, but always unique, mental machinations of her biographer. She leaned closer to Lauren, wondering exactly when it was that they'd gone from sitting across from each other to sitting side by side. Not that she was complaining. "It's the office normally reserved for the First Lady. I um I hope you like it and the plane, too. It's really nice and um... fast," she babbled. Great, now I sound like a sixteen-year-old trying to impress a pretty girl with a ride in my Daddy's Corvette.

  "Oh, well, I'll just have to make do. I don't know how I'll manage," Lauren drawled, fanning herself in mock-distress and doing her best southern belle imitation.

  Dev laughed. "Well, it's only fitting that you have the First Lady's office on Air Force One since you've been sleeping in her room in the White House." Dev pulled Lauren's new novel from the bag at her feet and eagerly set it on her lap. "I don't intend to work any more than I have to on this flight. I'm going to read."

  Lauren's ego practically purred under Dev's gentle stroking. She never got to enjoy a real live fan's reaction to her novels. "Any suggestions for the next Adrienne Nash book? Since you've read them all?"

  Dev nodded emphatically. "Oh, absolutely. She needs a girlfriend."

  Lauren crossed her arms, drawing back from Dev. "Oh, she does, does she?” Could be interesting. A tall, beautiful one with piercing blue eyes perhaps? That would sure throw a few readers for a loop.

  "Yup!" Dev grinned. "She'd be much more at peace with herself. More content. And completely satisfied."

  Pale brows lifted. "That's one hell of a girlfriend."

  "Uh huh."

  Lauren glanced sideways at the President. "And what makes you think Adrienne Nash is interested in women?"

  Before Dev could answer, the car stopped and her door was opened from the outside. She smiled and climbed out, turning to give the waiting Press a quick wave before extending her hand to Lauren. With a slight tug, she helped the writer out of the car. "What makes you think she's not?" Dev asked, pressing her hand lightly against the small of Lauren's back, giving her a nudge in the right direction.

  "Good point."

  The women were pelted with a flurry of questions from the waiting Press, their shouts barely heard above the general hum of car and plane engines and other airport activity. Dev completely ignored the reporters, but noticed that Lauren's back went ramrod straight and that her stride slowed after a particularly personal and inappropriate question was thrown her way. The President leaned down a little and told Lauren, "Just keep walking. Ignore it."

  The blonde woman lifted her jaw, and Dev felt a flash of worry. She could tell that Lauren was considering doing or saying something, and Dev shivered when she imagined what it could be. "Ahh... Lauren, I'm sure whatever you're thinking about doing would be extremely satisfying."

  Lauren nodded tersely, kicking a pebble across the concrete as she picked up the pace. "So very satisfying."

  "But please don't. It will only add fuel to the fire."

  Dev paused, allowing Lauren to start the climb up the stairs ahead of her. She was very well aware of the cameras going off all around them as they boarded. At the top Lauren paused to wait for Dev, but quickly stepped inside when Dev motioned her back. "Go inside so they'll leave you alone." The President winked, then turned at the top of the steps to give a final wave before stepping onboard herself.

  David met them at the door, as did Liza, who slipped a file into Dev's hand. "We have a call waiting for you, Madam President."

  Dev's head dropped forward and she groaned. "Of course you do. I'll take it in my office. David, will you show Lauren to her office and make sure that her computer and other things were deliv-"

  David nodded and gave Dev a push toward her office. "Everything is ready, and I'll be happy to show her where she can set up."

  Dev gave Lauren an aggrieved look, then peeled off, following Liza down the hall. Before she disappeared into her office, she turned around and tapped Lauren's novel, yelling, "I'm telling you-"

  "I'm thinking about it," Lauren shot back with a grin.

  "Thinking about what?" David gingerly took the writer by the elbow and pointed to the opposite end of the hallway.

  "Lots of things," the blonde admitted quietly.

  David opened the door to the office and gestured for Lauren to enter. "Wow." She took a moment to take it all in. "This is incredible. I can't believe I'm on an airplane." />
  "Well, it's not called ‘The Flying Oval Office' for nothing. It really is amazing. Did you know that about 238 miles of wire wind through the plane? That is more than twice the wiring found in a typical 747. The wire protects the plane from electromagnetic pulses generated by a thermonuclear blast. Even in a nuclear war, we'll still be able to receive electronic signals," he enthused.

  The blood drained from Lauren's face.

  "Oh! Sorry. Not that I suspect a thermonuclear war," David offered quickly.

  "Thanks for clearing that up."

  He unbuttoned his jacket and ran a hand through his close-cropped red hair. Taking a deep breath he asked, "Can I come in for a moment? I'd like to talk to you for a few minutes."