"Oooh, then let's go inside the bedroom," he pointed the other door that led to another room.
"That's not what I mean,"
"Then what do you mean my love,"
"Stop it," she said her cheeks already flushed red.
"Okay,okay I won't tease you anymore," he lifted his hands up.
"President...I..."
Ethan couldn't help but stare at his secretary with slight annoyance.
"I'm sorry, I'll knock next time," Ethan sighed heavily but couldn't help but stare at him gloomily.
"What is it?"
"It's nothing, I brought you coffee,"
"Do you drink coffee this late?"
"Yes, actually the President drinks a maximum of fifteen cups of coffee daily as soon as he gets in the office and leaves, do you..."
"Enough, go and get my wife snacks," Ethan interrupted him.
"Yes, President,"