Page 30 of Metatron
“And she feels a need to hide it?”
“The people might have elected a widowed woman to office, but they are strange when it comes to them being sexual beings with needs. Hence the subterfuge, which is great for us because, during those visits, she is out of the public eye, and her security isn’t allowed inside the condo. They’re left in the basement where she enters the elevator.”
“Leaving her unguarded.”
“Not entirely.” She manipulated the floating images and pointed to windows first. “They’re missile-proof, one-way glass.”
“My divinii blade can cut through it.” Very little could stop its slice.
“You’ll set off an alarm if you do.” She continued to show him the defense. “Roof has motion cameras and sensors. The elevator requires a key card and only stops on three floors. Lobby, the basement, and the condo itself.”
“None of which matter if the cantorii beams us inside.”
“So, fun fact, she’s already checked and can’t find a way in. The place is airtight.” Which meant no beaming as the cantorii needed some kind of access to project particles.
“There is always a crevice.”
“If there is, Zilla hasn’t found it yet.”
Metatron remained undaunted. “These alarms you speak of, they run on electricity?”
“Yes, but if you’re thinking of cutting power to them, they have backup batteries.”
“But they are electronic?” Rather than wait for a reply, he added, “If we emitted a magnetic pulse, it would ruin their ability to function.”
“You can create an EMP?” she asked in excitement. “How much of range? Could it do the entire building, maybe even penetrate to the basement? If we could block the Secret Service from getting to her by knocking out their coms and the elevator, that should give us the time needed for a face-to-face with the president.”
“The cantorii can pulse the entire city if you want.”
“Just the building and the street around should be good. We’ll have to prepare to go at a moment’s notice since the president doesn’t schedule those visits.”
“I’m ready,” he stated.
She eyed him, and her cheeks turned pink. “Hardly. You’re naked.”
“You should be too.”
His hand went to her sash, and her mouth rounded. “We should be working on our plan.”
“We did. We have one. Now it requires waiting but no reason to be bored.” He tugged the knot and parted her garment.
Her breath caught. “But we just did it.”
“That was just an appetizer.” He, for one, felt hungrier than before.
Her lids half shuttered, and she licked her lips. “And what do you have planned for the second course?”
Apparently, nothing because the cantorii suddenly flashed an image of the president getting into a car.
To his disappointment, Francesca shoved out of his arms and showed interest in what the cantorii announced.
“She’s going to meet her lover,” she announced. “We’ve got about twenty minutes. Better get ready.”
He was ready all right. He spun her toward him and kissed her.
Her surprise lasted only a sharply indrawn breath before she kissed him back, murmuring, “Make it quick so we can cleanse before we dress.”
He groaned, mostly because he couldn’t have gone slow once her hands started stroking him. She grabbed hold of his shaft and rubbed it, their height difference not letting her put it where they both wanted.