Mr. President’s

“You are the first woman to catch my eyes. Will you be upset

if I kiss you!”

Oliver’s face was so close to hers. Linda, feeling slightly tipsy, tiptoed and kissed him on the lips, confirming her approval. Her mind was hazy, but the scent of the man before her was alluring, and so was his voice.

Aside from that, he was also very handsome. Maybe she was dreaming, but before waking up, she wanted to experience the things she never experienced in her life before.

Being both their first kiss, it started off slow before turning passionate, as they were interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell.

Oliver regretted ordering food as he reluctantly pulled away. “I will be right back.”

He went to get the door as two waiters wheeled food on a trolley into the presidential suite. Linda was wowed by the different delicacies.

As the waiters finished setting up, they moved the wine from the previous trolley to the new one before wheeling the old one away.

Oliver took his seat with Linda in front of him. As she tried to walk around to sit opposite him, he pulled her unexpectedly, causing her to stagger and fall into his arms. He positioned her on his thighs as their lips met once more..

It was very strange to Linda that she was feeling so aroused, which was all so new. Even with Oliver’s arms caressing her skin, it felt so good, her body begged for more.

As their lips danced together, they immersed in the deep kiss, only pulling away to catch their

breaths.

“We should eat.” Oliver finally pulled away and said. Linda was excited by all the food displayed on the food trolley, only remembering now that she hadn’t even had supper due to how nervous she was to meet some old man as her sister had said. She was about to take a comfortable position when Oliver frowned slightly, asking

“Are

you

uncomfortable! I prefer that we stay

stay like this. Just tell me what you want, and I will pick it for you?”

Knowing that they had limited time for now, he wanted to make the best use of it. Linda giggled and pointed at the lasagna. “That,”

Oliver smiled, picked up the cutlery with one hand, and began to feed it to her. Then she pointed at mac and cheese. He fed her. She pointed ar salad. He fed her too, and as he poured a glass of wine, she pointed at grilled chicken. When Oliver reached for it, she picked up the wine he had poured for himself and gulped it down.

“It’s nice, I like it,” she giggled. Oliver shook his head in both amusement and frustration when she began to kiss him passionately, allowing him to taste the wine in his mouth. When she pulled away, she picked a new set of cutlery and began to feed him

“My turn.”

With the transparent lingerie she wore, Oliver could see her skin color through it, growing aroused but was determined not to cross the line on their first night. When they were both full, he carried her to the bed and dropped her gently on it

She instantly began to undress him, but as she reached his boxer shorts, he held her hand a little tightly. “Not today”

Linda poured, obviously under the influence of so much alcohol in her system. “Then when?”

Her behavior was a direct contrast to previously when she couldn’t even look him in the eyes. It made things easy, but he knew too well that as soon as she wakes up from sleep, she might even regret kissing him.

“You’ve drunk too much for your first time. If you were sober and wanted to do it, I would have obliged.”

“I don’t feel drunk.” She yawned, turning her head away in annoyance. “I’m just a little sleepy.”

“That

shows y

you are drunk.” He kissed her lightly before pulling her into his arms, and they slept that way.

Oliver woke up earlier, arranging for breakfast in the wee hours of the morning. The waiters were careful, but their movements still woke Linda.

“Where am I?” She held her pounding head as she sat up on the bed, trying to remember everything that transpired last night. When she saw the transparent lingerie she wore, embarrassment shone in her eyes, staining her checks red.

Oliver walked over and covered her with the duvet, waited for the waiters to leave before he spoke.

“How are you feeling?

Linda remembered last night; they talked a lot, and she drank a lot of wine. Then she gradually remembered their intimate moments, feeling

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“That shows you were drunk last night,” Oliver said worriedly, glad he hadn’t gone too far with her.

He got her some pills and water. After swallowing the pills, she went to the bathroom and showered but stood at the entrance wrapped in a towel with her head lowered. The headache was gone, and now, she had to face her sins of last night.

“Did we do it” she asked in a depressed tone. Oliver was glad they hadn’t.

“Aside from kissing, nothing else.”

Linda’s checks turned red. She couldn’t believe she spent the night with a handsome man like Oliver. No one would believe her if she said it.

As she recalled the things he said to her and the wine and all, she wondered if he still meant them. Oliver went to use the bathroom after her, knowing she had coiled back to her shell, but that was okay. He just had to take things slowly with her.

“There are clothes in the closet,” he said before closing the bathroom door. Linda sighed with relief, grabbing a dress and changing fast. She was blow–drying her hair when Oliver came out with a towel wrapped around his waist and droplets of water on his body.

His perfect manly figure made it difficult for her to tear her eyes off him. How could a man be this perfect? Would Gwen believe her if she narrated everything that happened between them? Linda doubted in

Her cheeks reddened as she tried to avoid looking at him the second time. Oliver smirked. “You can stare at me all you want. No need to be Linda’s blush deepened as he added, “You can even eat me if you are up to it?

shy”

Linda was even more embarrassed as he took the dryer from her and began to comb her hair. Linda’s head was lowered all through, and when he was done, he lifted her chin with his finger, saying,

“Don’t feel shy of me. I’m yours.”

“No. Your girlfriend would kill me.” Linda refused. It was impossible for a man like him to not have a woman. Everything he said last night was bullshit. By then, she believed everything due to the haziness, but reality was hitting her now.

“I didn’t have a girlfriend until I met you. So, will you be my girlfriend?” Oliver held her gaze

e and asked, dying for the kisses they shared last night.

Linda’s gaze dropped. Was he messing with her? How could a man like him want a woman like her? Did he not care about his image?

“Me? People will laugh at you. Her voice was so soft; it carried sexiness with it. Oliver wondered if she even knew that.

“No. You have everything I want in a woman. I fell in love with you at first sight,” he said seriously, closing the gap between them. Linda was glad to have put on a dress but was worried that the only thing he had on his waist was a towel, exposing his muscular arms and evenly divided flat

stomach.

“You love me?” Linda’s voice was a whisper, coated with shyness, as she felt his warm breath around her neck. He pressed his lips against her exposed neck, sucking it a little, and sending pleasurable sensations through her body.

His voice was husky, filled with desire. “Yes. How do you feel about me?” He asked. Linda took a step backward but was trapped between the door of the closer and the man before her.

“I like you,” she admitted, feeling embarrassed and hot from the closeness, but her body was equally reciting a different poem. Now that she was back to her senses, Oliver did not hold back in confessing his desire

“I want to make love to you, babe, Will you give

to me? I will treasure you for the rest of my life.”

Linda’s heart rate increased as he made his intentions known. She was nineteen and still a virgin. Was he worthy of it “What if I get pregnant?” She

asked.