President's Girlfriend 06 - The Sins of the Fathers by Mallory Monroe Page B

know beyond a shadow of a
doubt that you belong to me,” Dutch said, pounding her.   “And I’ll kill the first prick who even
thinks about touching you!”
    And Gina
didn’t doubt it, she thought, the way he was going at it.   She loved the way he went at it.   She loved his style.   She loved the fact that this man could fuck
her all night, as he had all day, and she still would want more.   There was no way, no way at all, she thought,
that she could ever tire of Dutch Harber’s sex.   He could wear her down, he often did that, but he could never wear her
out.
    And as they
came, and eventually settled into another restful sleep, she knew her instincts
had been right: get the man out of the fishbowl, and the fishbowl would get out
of him.

 
 
 
 

 
 
    CHAPTER SEVEN

 
    That next morning, Dutch was refreshed and back at work.   He was seated behind the historic Resolute
Desk in the Oval Office, his suit coat over the back of his chair, reviewing a
series of press conference cliff notes.   He knew that everything from his trip to Helsinki, to the
Israeli-Palestinian conflict, to the floods in Tennessee would be hot topics
when he faced the press later that morning.   His staff knew not to disturb him frivolously during this review.   Because he wanted to be
prepared.   To Dutch Harber, the
secret to a successful encounter with the always skeptical DC press corps, was always preparation.
    That was why
he was more than a little perturbed when his desk intercom buzzed.   He leaned forward and quickly pressed the
button.  
    “Yes?” he said
to his secretary.   Why are you disturbing me , he wanted to add, but didn’t.   She was only doing her job.
    “Your
son-in-law is here to see you, sir,” she said.
    Dutch
hesitated.   He was relatively certain
what this visit was about.   “Send him
in,” he said, and leaned back in his big, executive chair.
    Christian
entered the office cautiously.   He was
getting more comfortable with Dutch, but his heart still pounded every time he
was in his presence.   And it wasn’t just
because Dutch was the most powerful man in the world.   It was Dutch himself.   He could have been a farmer on a farm as far
as Christian was concerned, and he’d still be intimidated by the man.
    He walked
slowly toward the big desk.   Unlike his
father-in-law, who always dressed immaculately, the suit Christian wore fitted
him as if it were a size too big.   And
although Christian had biceps almost as muscular as Dutch’s, his oversized
outfit concealed his remarkably fit physique.   What it didn’t conceal, however, was his lack of confidence.   Because when Dutch looked up, he almost
stopped in his tracks.
    “Good
morning, sir,” Christian said nervously, his blue eyes in a hard stare at the
president.
    “Good
morning,” Dutch said and looked back down at his notes.   “What can I do for you, Chris?”
    Christian
didn’t expect to launch right into it, but he also knew the president was a
very busy man.   “I came by last night to
talk with you, but you and the First Lady weren’t available.”   Christian waited for an explanation regarding
their whereabouts.   None came.   He swallowed hard.   “It’s Jade,” he finally said.
    Dutch
hesitated, and then looked at him.   Christian was a mild-mannered young man in his mid-twenties, and Dutch
was a tough, older man who’d never been mild about anything.   But he knew they had one thing in common:
they wanted the best for Jade.   That was
why he always listened intensely to Christian’s concerns.  
    Christian
had hoped Dutch would ask for more information, or something to get him going,
but he just sat there.    Which he usually did whenever Christian was ranting about that wife
of his.
    “I’m
concerned about Jade,” he went on.   “She’s becoming so disrespectful, sir.   Especially in front of Uncle Marcus and her mother.   And other people too.   She won’t listen to anything