Chapter 1

Megan Lane-Drum walked purposely through the hall carrying the tray. Normally, she let one of the rewards take the tray, but today she was leaving nothing to chance. It was finally “The Day”.

For her it had started like most days. She had been up at 5 a.m. and into the gym a few minutes later for her workout. Today had been a core day.

Megan then hustled into the shower at the gym. Since it was still early, she did her hair, taking her time to have it look perfect, even if that meant her auburn hair was just straightened. Next came her makeup. She did it in the understated way people had come to expect of her, but make sure to do just enough to emphasize her lips and deep blue eyes. Then she changed into the clothes she had brought with her. Before leaving, she grabbed the little pill bottle from her gym bag that she needed to bring her husband.

It had all been arranged for this morning, she knew, and so she wanted to be in an outfit she would want to see in pictures for years to come. At the bottom layer was a favorite panty and bra set, light pink lace that she felt made her B cup breasts look as good as they could on a 42 years old woman. Not for the first time, she pushed thoughts of plastic surgery from her mind, but the little voice in her head said “think about it”.

Megan then pulled on the rest of the outfit. She had chosen a pale blue blouse with pussy bow tie and a matching pencil skirt that she always thought showed off her ass the best. On her feet were a pair of four inch navy blue suede pumps. At 5’10 in her barefeet, the heels brought her to just an inch under her husband’s height. Not to mention the fact that after all the years she had worn them, she still loved how they made her legs and bum look. Under all that was one of favorite panty and bra sets, light pink lace, that always helped her feel her best.

She had walked to the kitchen and collected her husband’s tray. People said the way her husband ate, the food was going to kill him, she mused, as she looked at the covered plates that the cooks gave to her after asking checking with the agents on duty if this would be alright. How could they say no to her? Megan smiled at the thought. She looked hot and why would they deny a wife the opportunity to bring her stressed husband breakfast in bed. She knew the tray they gave her would contain eggs and bacon, one of those sugar cereals he insisted on eating like a seven year-old, and - as the lone concession to health - some avocado toast. To the tray, she added the pill bottle and was on her way.

As she maneuvered down the halls and then up the stairs by the little elevator to the master bedroom of the house, Megan was followed by one of the protection detail. She smiled to herself as she realized it was Jerome Okafor. She put a little extra sway in her step at the realization it was Okafor. Okafor was a tall, broad shouldered man who had immigrated from Nigeria as a child. She knew he had served in the Army, including a tour in both Iraq and Afghanistan, before joining the protection detail. And everyone who worked on her staff agreed; he was the sexiest man in the detail.

King relieved the sentinel on the door to the master suite and then opened the door for Megan. Megan took a breath to calm herself as she walked in.

Sitting up in bed was her husband, Eric Drum was looking at his phone, probably one of the social media sites he was always on. “Good morning, my love,” she said, using her fingers to flick down the legs of the tray and then placing it across his legs. “Or do I have to be formal and call you, ‘Mr. President’?” She said doing her best to imitate Marilyn Monroe version of the title.

Drum looked up and grinned. “You know, bringing me breakfast in bed is going to totally trigger those snowflakes. They already hate that you’ve said you support traditional gender roles ... too bad I couldn’t snap a picture of this. It would have made them nuts!”

Megan shrugged and then leaned in to give him a little peck on the cheek. He reached around and gave her ass a little squeeze as she did. As she normally did, she gave a little “eep” that made him grin.

It was so easy, she thought, to keep him grinning. As long as he gave her that grin, she knew he was in a listening mood.

“Now don’t forget to take your pills,” she said, pointing at the little pill case next to the orange juice on the tray. “Even though the doctor said to the press you’re healthy, you know you need to keep taking those.”

Drum rolled his eyes and reached for the pill case, shaking the pills into his hand and putting them in his mouth before taking a sip of the orange juice to swallow them down. Megan felt a little chill run down her spine as she realized he had done it. She had not expected to feel this way as she saw him open his mouth to utter something, probably one of his inane statements or maybe even a request for her type something for his twitter account.