For the Love of Gina: The President's Girlfriend Read Online Free PDF

It was his sister who had phoned Harber Industries nearly ten times
already, only to be told each and every time that Mr. Harber was not
available.   They wouldn’t even let her
talk to one of his assistants.  
    Not
that she didn’t expect the resistance.   She did.   The man was a former president, after all.   But she had to get through.   And she knew ten thousand phone calls wasn’t
going to get her through.   She’d made up
her mind this morning that she had to go to Harber Industries herself and give
him no choice but to see her, and to hear her out.
    Desperate
times, desperate measures, she thought, as she asked her brother once again if
they were treating him right.
      
    Dutch
and Gina sat in the backseat of the SUV as Addison, Dutch’s assigned Secret
Service Agent and Driver, and Mitchell, Gina’s assigned Agent and Driver, both
sat up front.   Addison, the special agent
in charge, drove.  
    After
their intense round of lovemaking, which placed them further behind than Gina’s
late sleeping had done, they managed to finally be on their way.   Dutch was holding Gina’s hand while he
completed a series of calls on the car phone.   Gina was reviewing paperwork for BBR.
    When
Dutch ended his final call, he hung up and looked at his wife.   Then he looked at the amount of paperwork she
had to review.   “Hectic day ahead?” he
asked her.
    “I’d
say,” she admitted.   “But it’s a good
thing.   We’re helping a lot of people
now.”
    Dutch
moved his tie, that had slanted to the side, back to the front.   “What kind of people is the question,” he
said.
    Gina
agreed.   “They can be some unsavory
characters, sure they can.   But they’re
trying to turn their lives around.   We’re
trying to facilitate that turnaround.   It’s a messy process, but it works.”
    They
used to argue with great regularity about the less-than-ideal location of
Gina’s Block-By-Block Raiders organization, but after she agreed to let his
security people fully upgrade the security around the place, and maintain a
presence there, he stopped beating a dead horse.   But if anything went wrong and one of those
unsavory characters tried anything, that would be the last time Gina stepped
foot into that building.   He’d already
made it clear to her that that would be the case.  
    Not
that she would have to give up her passion for helping the less fortunate.   He wouldn’t do that to her.   But what she didn’t know was that he had
already purchased a building to be used if needed, and it wasn’t all that far
from her current location.   The
neighborhood, however, was a world of difference.  
    He looked
at Gina as she continued to review her paperwork.   She was tastefully dressed, he thought, in a
conservative gray business suit and heels, and that soft hair of hers was cut
in a bouncy, super-short bob.   His job
now was to keep her happy, and he aimed to do his job masterfully.  
    “Do
you have any plans for this weekend, Mrs. Harber?” he asked her.
    Gina
looked up.   She had to think about
it.   “Not really.   Other than finally unpacking those boxes in
the guest room.   Why?”
    “Save
the date.   We are going to drop Little
Walt off with Crader and Loretta at Crader’s estate in Florida, spend the night
there, and then Saturday morning you’re going with me.”
    Gina
smiled.   “Where are we going?”
    “For
me to know and for you to eventually find out.”   Then he turned serious.   “Save the
date.”
    Gina
nodded.   “I will,” she said.   “Gladly.   I’d go to the ends of the earth with you, babe, you know I will.   A weekend?   Piece of cake.”
    Gina
said this with a shake of her own shoulder, imitating a move Dutch habitually
made, and Dutch laughed.   And squeezed
her hand.
    Then
his phone rang again, he fielded another call, and Gina went back to reviewing
her paperwork.   But when he ended his
call, and he began looking out of the window at the