Christopher didn't want to be treated as cannon fodder and quickly excused himself, "Well, Mr. President, you take your time to rest."
Before his words even faded away, he was already at the door of the resting room. He then slammed the door shut with a "bang." Soon after, they could hear another sound as the office door was closed as well.
In the resting room.
"Robert, what are you..." Emma tried to say, but Robert next to her hugged her. He found her arms fragrant, soft, and big, like a hug pillow, incredibly comfortable, and then gave a light hum.
Emma didn't bother dealing with him. She helped him take off his outer coat and suit pants. Robert paid no attention, sitting on the edge of the bed like an emperor, letting her undress him at will. When he was stripped down to his boxers, he rolled toward the big bed, sprawling out on the bed sheet like a somersaulting husky.