Excerpt: The Sultan's Slave

With a soft smile, Draco stepped behind him, then began to gently rub his temples. “Silly man. You really should let me read those for you. You always end up with headaches when you don’t.”

Harry sighed happily, then sat back, his head falling back a bit to give Draco better access. “Silly, yes. But required. I have to sign this agreement we’ve been working on, or all these meetings will have come to nothing.”

“I suppose you’ll just have to upgrade my title to personal assistant, then. So that I can be with you in those meetings of yours,” Draco said with a smile.

Harry laughed. “Perhaps I’ll have to do just that. After I’ve ravished you, of course.” He turned in his chair, pulling Draco down onto his lap. “So…are you free for the rest of your life?”

“I’ve been yours all along, love.” Draco kissed him softly. “So…how did you negotiate her into submission?”

This time, Harry’s laugh was one of derision. “I’m afraid she’s the one who negotiated me into submission. I’m going to have a new Minister come morning.”

“You made her a Minister? Won’t the others object?”

“No. We’ve got it worked out so that it won’t infringe on any of their areas of expertise. At least, not until it’s too late for them to do anything about it,” Harry said with a smile. “And I do think she’ll be good for the country.”

“So…what will she be Minister of, then?”

“Health and welfare. She wanted education, but…too close to a few of the others’ pervues. She’ll have to negotiate that from them first, I think. Sharp woman. Old enough to be both of our grandmothers, and still quick enough to catch all the slipperiest catches I could manage…”

“I guess it’s a new world, then…”