For the Love of Gina: The President's Girlfriend by Mallory Monroe Page A

want to spend the rest of my life
with that woman and that woman alone.   She’s my wife and I don’t want any other woman on the face of this earth
with that title.   LaLa is my woman, and
she’ll always be.   But . . .”
    Dutch
wanted to drop kick this joker.   “But
what?”
    “But
. . . Wouldn’t it be great if we could . . . have some no-strings-attached kind
of fun?   Just you and me and Gina and
LaLa.”
    “No
strings attached fun?”
    “Yes.   We couldn’t have that with anybody else.   We couldn’t trust it.   But if it’s just the four of us, it could
work.   When I saw Gina today, and how . .
. wow, how gorgeous she looks, it made me . . . It made me start thinking.”
    “Seeing
my wife made you start thinking?”
    “That’s
right.”
    “And
what exactly were you thinking about?”
    What
about?” Dutch asked, although he was beginning to have a darn good idea what.
    “I
was thinking that if we could switch, you know?   Just every now and then.   Now that
could really spice things up nicely, Dutch.”
    Dutch
stopped walking and looked at Crader.   Crader stopped walking too.   “What
are you getting at, Crader?   What are you
saying?”
    “I’m
saying it’ll be all I need.   All we both
need.”
    “I
have all I need, thank-you very much.   Speak for yourself.”
    “It’ll
give me the variety I’m used to, okay?   Is that plain enough for you?   There wouldn’t be any press leaks or problems with our wives because
it’ll involve them too.   It’ll be just
between us.   The four of us.   In the family, so to speak.   I know how you feel about LaLa.   I see how you look at her, and I’m sure you
see how I look at Gina.   It can be
perfect, Dutch.   You and La can spend
some time together, and I can. . .”
    Dutch
dared him to say it.   He dared him.   “And you can what?”
    “You
can be with La every now and then, and every now and then I can fuck Gina.”
    Dutch
punched Crader so hard across his face that Crader fell straight on his
ass.   The Secret Service quickly moved
in, when they saw the president fall, but Crader just as quickly waved them
back.
    “I’m
okay,” he yelled, touching the side of his now bloody lip.
    The
agents didn’t know what to do.   It was a
felony to hit a sitting president.   An
out-and-out crime.   But when the hitter
used to also be the president himself, it wasn’t so cut and dry.   But since it was Dutch who administered the
blow, they did back off.   But kept their
eyes trained on the two men now.
    Crader
stood up, knocking the dirt off of his trousers.   “I was joking, Dutch, damn!   You can’t take a joke anymore?”
    “Oh,
it was a joke now?”
    “Yes!   You know I wouldn’t do anything like
that.   Just the four of us?   Come on, for crying out loud!   You know I wouldn’t go for anything like
that.   I was joking!”
    “I
think a man suggesting he fuck my wife is crazy, not funny.   I don’t get the joke in that.”
    “If I
can’t joke with you, who can I joke with?   I fucking president!   I need a
release, Dutch, all right?   It was a
joke.   Nothing more.   A joke.”
    “Joke
about something else,” Dutch ordered.   Then he frowned.   “What the hell is
wrong with you anyway?   Why would you
even think like that?   Loretta’s a great
woman!”
    “I
know she’s great, Dutch!   You don’t have
to keep telling me that.   She thinks
you’re great too.   She respects you above
any other man alive, including me!   She’s
fantastic, I know that!”
    Dutch
paused.   Crader didn’t understand his
relationship with LaLa.   In his mind, it
was a sexual thing, because that was all his mind seemed capable of seeing.   And although Dutch did find LaLa attractive,
he had the kind of love for her he had for his children.   He looked out for her.   He felt a responsibility to her.   And the idea that Crader still couldn’t see
the diamond he had in LaLa, frustrated him.