Chapter 212 Seven: Ford

• I stand by the door and watch her advisor go over her options. I'm trying not to kill him with my stare, but every time Sloan smiles at him I want to choke him with my bare hands. The little shit keeps looking down her shirt. Doesn't he know she's seventeen?
• Not that it stopped me from rubbing against her sweet little pussy. I casually bring my hand to my face and inhale, trying desperately to smell her. How fucking long have I waited? I'm a complete bastard because I was okay with her being locked away so men like Chad couldn't leer at her. Meanwhile I was jerking off to her long before I should have been. I should be ashamed, but no one has ever made me question myself or my job. I've been so close to giving it up, but I knew if I did I couldn't be near her like I am now. But I want to throw it all away and take her with me. I want to lock her up in my bedroom and keep her as a pet, but the president wouldn't look too fondly on that.
• She leans forward and points to something on the paper in front of him, and he takes the opportunity to look down her shirt. I'm at his side in a second looking down exactly where he is. He jerks his head up and his cheeks flush at being caught.