Chapter Four
Genny leaned back in the luxury of The Beast. The Presidential Limousine might be a heavily armored rolling fortress, but it was also very, very comfortable. The leather bucket seat wrapped around her. Though if not for the wide, shared armrest, she’d be rubbing shoulders with the President.
“I thought your car would be wider. It feels very narrow.”
The President rapped his knuckles on the side panel of the car door as they zipped from the museum back to the White House with a full police escort. “Five inches of bullet-proof protection on all sides has to go somewhere.”
They turned in at the gates to the White House.
“I am not returning to my hotel?”
“I was hoping that you would join me for a late dinner. You don’t mind, do you?”
Genny began considering the various impl
