A/N: I know Harsh... Maybe Mac will apologize. Though He does way worse in this chapter. Sorry y'all here comes the meat of the story.

S.K.

State Dinner

Mac walked to the opposite direction than Rod and started to mingle among her guests. "Ma'am, the staff is ready to serve dinner." Laura Chang her secretary said Mac nodded and made her way to the head of the table.

Slowly everyone in the room started for their tables the prince stood at her right and she shook his hand. "Your Majesty I'm sorry I'm late, I have had a hectic day." Mac apologized.

"I'm certain that your job does not stop just because you've received a spontaneous visit from a fellow leader. I appreciate the gesture none the less." Prince William stated placing a kiss on her hand. Mac blushed softly and sat in her seat. Her guests followed suit and soon dinner was carted into the room.

Rod Seethed through dinner. Be a good boy and act like the First Lady should. Like standing in her shadow isn't emasculating enough. He thought digging into his dinner. He looked to his right, and watched as his wife entertained their guest. The Prince was most definitely flirting with Mac. Mac, however, was otherwise preoccupied Rod could tell by the thoughtful way she looked down at her plate.

As he finished up his meal he looked around the Ballroom and spotted a young red head speaking with Kelly Ludlow. Rod caught her eye and she signaled to a legal pad that she had in her hand. Rod nodded at her and turned his attention to the Prime Minister on his left.

The ballroom had a clearing for a dance floor. Rod and Mac started the dancing off reluctantly. "Rod, I'm sorry I said what I said," Mac apologized.

"I know how punchy you get when your schedule is unbearable," Rod conceded, "But that was low Mac."

"I know, I'm sorry," Mac said, Rod held her closer to him.

"I think I'm going to go early, I don't much feel like socializing. Will you excuse me?" Rod said stepping away from her and walking her towards the table.

"Okay," Mac said softly stopping him from leaving, "I love you."

Rod bent down and kissed her lips softly before stepping away and made his way out of the ballroom.

Mac watched him go and settled back in her chair, when the Prince came back towards the table. "Brown University," He said.

Mac looked at him and blinked, "Excuse me."

"All evening I have been looking at you and racking my brain as to when I might have met you before," the Prince asserted sitting next to her. "Brown University right?"

"Come on..." Mac stated incredulously, "I can see how I would remember meeting the Crown Prince of England, but I hadn't even thought about the presidency when I met you, how could you remember meeting me."

"There are not many women that could be as striking as you," said Prince Charming, "I can remember what you were wearing."

"I can't even remember that," Mac said rolling her eyes.

He extended a hand to her and she took it. The Prince led her to the dance floor and they began to dance, "Your hair is red isn't it?"

"Sometimes," Mac answered as they danced.

"It was then, and it was long," He said his focus turned inward as he talked, "to just about here." He finished placing his hand to her bare mid back. His touch sent shivers down her spine.

Mac began to laugh softly and a bit nervously as her stomach began to flutter, "Unbelievable."

"Why?" The Prince asked, "You were, and still are a strikingly beautiful woman."

Mac blushed and looked around the room, "Your Majesty, though I appreciate your compliments, I would rather if you kept them to yourself."

"My apologies, Madame President," the Prince stated and he ended their dance and bowed to her slightly. The president bowed her head and headed away from the Prince.

"Oh yes," The young red head moaned softly. She couldn't believe she was doing this on her boss' desk, with the First Gentleman. It made her so hot knowing that Kelly was not too far away in the ballroom. They would be so busted if Kelly decided to come and check on her progress.

"You like that huh?" Rod whispered as he plunged inside her over and over his speed increasing as his pleasure mounted.

"Yes yes yes," the red head said with every thrust.

"Oh Michelle," Rod said getting close, "who's your daddy."

"Oh shit," Michelle whispered aware that the light to the outer office had just been clicked on but unwilling to stop Rod. She was so close, but the door was ajar and their sounds would carry to her boss or whoever had just entered the outer office.

She reached up and kissed him as she came hard swallowing his responding groan at his own release. She hoped to god that no one had heard, she looked at the door and the lights were off again and she sighed in relief.

"That was good." Rod said placing soft kisses in the nape of her neck.

"We can't do this here anymore. This is Kelly's desk She's still in the building you know." Michelle said disentangling herself from Rod.

"She's at the party." Rod answered and Michelle decided to keep her suspicions to herself.

"Your office next time." The red head answered pulling up her underwear.

"Deal," Rod said kissing her softly as he fixed himself inside his pants. "I got to go, I have to beat her to bed."

"Good night," Michelle said then continued on to fix and freshen Kelly's desk up and before leaving she placed the disk that she had been working on, atop of Kelly's desk before going home for the night.

Kelly stood in the hallway watching as Rod walked out of her office. "I've got to replace my desk," Kelly said to herself as she walked back towards the Ballroom. She wanted to erase the images of Mac's husband with her Aide. She didn't know what to do in this situation, or whom to talk to.

She had no reason to fire the girl unless she was exposed. She had no proof, and didn't want to be a liability for the President. What should I do? As a friend I would have to tell Mac now. That's what I'll do. She thought and with that she reentered the Ballroom and put on a happy face. She will meet with Mac after the weekend and talk privately with her.

Right after I get my desk replaced.

Mac Got back to the Residence at around midnight. She slowly climbed the stairs tired to the bone. Horace was asleep in the living room when she arrived and she headed towards him. She sat next to him as she kicked off her heels then kissed his forehead. "Wake up sleepy head," she said softly.

Horace stirred and opened his eyes. "Oh hey mom," he said stretching

"Hey," Mac said, propping her feet up and looking at the TV set.

"I was watching 'The Wedding Crashers,' but I fell asleep." Horace said

"Geez Horace, that movie is like twenty years old." Mac said wiggling her toes.

"It's still funny," Horace said, "How was the Ball?"

"It was okay. Better than the last one," Mac said deciding that she wanted to go to bed. "Get some rest Horace."

"Yeah, I'm going to bed." Horace said to his mother, "good night."

"Night baby." Mac said and headed for her bedroom. When she got there, Rod was already in bed He wasn't quite asleep yet, she could tell but he was pretending that he was.

She grinned to herself as she undid her hair and started to get herself out of the gown. She didn't bother to put on her pajamas; she just made her way to the bed and began to kiss his neck. "It's time to make up." She whispered in his ear.

"We already made up Mac." Rod said turning to face her. She captured his lips with hers.

"I want you." She whispered between kisses.

"I'm not in the mood Mac." Rod said taking his wife's roving hands and holding them together. Mac stared at him in shock.

"What?" Mac asked shivering, she was cold now.

"I don't feel like it." Rod answered turning his back on her.

Mac was not one to beg, and was not about to start now. She shrugged, "Okay... " Mac said turning her back on him, "I can do bad by my damn self."