Free Loving the Candidate (Capitol Affairs #2) by Mia Villano Page B

were going to go at it, hot and heavy?”
    “Sex before food, remember,” I sniffed.
    “Later. I’m still pissed, and your crew is coming back.”
    I looked at him, crushed.
    “Stop it, Prudence. I won’t make it until lunch. Leave the outfit lying there on the floor. I want you in it again before the night is over.”

Chapter 8
     
     
    I could not be happier about where we lived and the careers we had chosen. I was a top prosecuting attorney in one of the biggest, most well-known, law firms in D.C. My husband, the Senator of Virginia, was being groomed for the Democratic ticket for the next presidential election. The nightmare I’d almost caused him had been taken care of in a matter of hours. The team of men Alex had put together to help him get to the White House spent the entire day cleaning up my mess. A mess that threatened to hurt the man I loved and adored. The man I had between my quivering thighs, baring his soul to me, was on his way to the Democratic Convention to give his keynote speech.
    The past year had been filled with tireless preparation. The time had come, and the hard work had paid off. I was the luckiest girl in Washington, and possibly the world.
    I took all night showing him how lucky I was, and we got about two hours of sleep. I was exhausted, but ecstatic, and fulfilled. I had to do that stripper dance at least twice, wearing that crazy outfit I’d worn to the bar, before Alex completely forgave me. However, there was something going on with him I couldn’t put my finger on it. He craved me, and he told me so every chance. He should have been a lot angrier with me, but he wasn’t. I had my suspicions, but with his speech looming and my little escapade, I let it go. I didn’t want to get him upset in any way that might wreck what he had been working so hard for. Alex would come around, he always did.
    We made it to Atlanta in time for him to take the stage that night. It was exciting to be at my first convention. The energy and craziness was unimaginable. They treated Alex like royalty. In our room, Thomas and I attempted to make me resemble what we thought a future president’s wife should look like. After the small problem of the video, dressing conservatively was my one option. I had never put much thought into what I wore until I became the wife of a senator.
    “Shit, honey, you’re hot. You are Jackie Kennedy meets Bridget Bardot,” Thomas said while smoothing my chignon and handing me an understated, yet eye-catching necklace.
    “Is that good? I mean, do I want the Bridget Bardot part? It’s not too much?” I stood in front of the mirror, turning and checking out every inch of myself.
    Unsatisfied with the result of my hair spraying technique, he doused me with an obscene amount of spray.
    “Thomas, watch the face. I’ve applied my eyeliner.” I squinted to keep the spray out.
    “Honey, this isn’t going to hold throughout the night. You know how fine your hair is. You are perfect. You and Alex have that look that says, ‘we are all business during the day and we are so hot, we fuck like rabbits at night.’ I love it. Your breasts are amazing in that dress, by the way. Not too much, but enough to make the men go nuts. Alex is going to lose his load when he sees you.”
    “I can’t look like someone that rolled out of a trailer, like I’m his young, stupid wife. That’s what they’re looking for. I did enough damage the other night.”
    “Give yourself more credit, Prude. You’re smart, beautiful and soon to be the first lady. What happened is over with. It was a mistake. Everyone makes them. Let’s not bring it up. I thought Alex was going to kick my ass yesterday.”
    “How pissed was he, Thomas? No more gay bars.” I said, as I applied my signature red lipstick.
    “No more for you is right. I’m even afraid to go myself. I don’t need this harassment and stress. I can see why he’s a good senator, Prude. He scared the shit out of me. I’m surprised he