Later, Madeline led me into her luxurious private bedroom in the residential wing of the White House. The moment the heavy door clicked shut behind us, she locked it with a decisive twist of her wrist. She turned to face me, her eyes dark with exhaustion but also something deeper — a simmering need for security… and perhaps more.
"Stay inside the room tonight," she said softly but firmly. "Just in case anything happens. I don't want to be alone."
I nodded immediately. "Yes, Ma'am."
Madeline stood near the large canopy bed and reached behind herself to unzip her dress. She began sliding the fabric down her shoulders, revealing smooth skin and the curve of her breasts, but suddenly stopped midway. A deep blush colored her cheeks as she looked at me.
"Turn around…" she ordered, though her voice had taken on a slightly coquettish, almost playful lilt.
I turned around as instructed, but inside, I was chuckling. This once arrogant bitch is finally getting tamed.
