Chapter 8

But I'm the President

"Mmm," Rod said letting a wave of desire fill him as he looked up at his wife. Mac was on top of things that night. Her eyes were closed as she moved above him, and then her concentration was blown. "Don't answer." He said

Mac looked at the phone on her nightstand. "I have to." She whispered noting the extension shown on the caller ID.

"Five more minutes." Rod said moving beneath her; he was almost there.

Mac's inner walls twitched as he moved, "But I'm the president, and that is work calling," she whispered moving slightly with him. Suddenly the phone stopped ringing, and she started to go again. They were both breathing erratically so close and the phone rang again.

"Shit." Rod groaned.

"Just five minutes." She said to him climbing off of him. "Hello?"

Rod watched as her face from annoyed to shock to worry before she said anything more. "What is it?" He asked.

Mac put her hand up to forestall anymore questions "How many of them were there?" She asked as she reached into her drawer finding a fresh set of clothes. "I will be there in ten minutes." She said then hung up the phone.

"What's up?" Rod asked, used to being included on things that she did.

Mac came back to the bed and kissed him softly then whispered. "I'll make it up to you later." She then stood and headed for the bathroom to shower and brush her teeth as quickly as possible.

"What's going on?" He asked on the other side of the shower.

"Classified." Mac shouted back then turned off the shower. "Could you hand me my towel?"

"Classified?" Rod asked handing her a fresh white towel. "Mac who am I going to tell?"

She stepped out of the shower on to the rug toweling herself off hurriedly. Missing some spots. "Can we not discuss this now? I have to get there in three minutes."

Rod watched as she put on a fresh new T-shirt over her damp skin and left her to it waiting for her sitting on the bed. "I'm just not used to getting left out."

"I know." She said coming out to sit next to him. She pulled on her socks and tennis shoes. "I love you, but I can't talk about it."

"I know." Rod said.

"See you later." she said giving him a peck on the cheek and then she ran out of the room.

Mac trotted out of residence and then ran full speed through the house to the west wing. By the time she got to the offices, others were starting to filter through. She ran into Jim Gardner just getting his bedraggled self through the doors. Mac blinked not used to seeing Jim in anything but suits. Then she figured everyone would look at her the same way. "Did you get any sleep?" She asked as she let everyone through to the situation room.

"I was asleep for about an hour before the call." Jim said standing next to her. "You?"

"For about five minutes while I was reading the Collins proposal." She said as the last of the joint chiefs walked through the door. "Remind me never to bring work to residence, it never gets done." Jim smirked and headed to his seat next to her at the table. "All right boys and girls, give it to me straight." She said following him to her seat.

She looked the people around her that all seemed to have something to say placing the blame on someone other than where it truly belonged, and Mac just knew it was going to be a long night.