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experienced every day. His confession surprised her. She would have thought a man of means would fit in anywhere
    It also made her want to know the man behind the picture she found earlier. He seemed to have two different sides to him, and she wanted to know the business Remy along with the one who made her stomach flutter whenever he looked at her and had her thinking about sex every time he touched her. She glanced away before he could see the truth in her eyes. Dreaming about him in such a way would only end up disappointing her in the end.
    “Don’t you have a girlfriend that you could take?” She pretended to take an interest in the chow mein noodles on her plate.
    “Not at the moment.”
    Horse pucky.
    The man only needed to crook his finger, and any girl he wanted would come to him. She was sure that Candy down at the Seesaw would even jump at a chance for a night out with him.
    “You want to know something?” He waited for her to answer.
    She nodded.
    “I’ve never met a woman who didn’t want me for my money or my social standing. It gets old. It would be a pleasure to take you. We know where we stand with each other. You tell it like it is, and keep me toeing the line.” He gave her a slow smile of masculine appreciation that had her glad she was holding onto the table, because her legs suddenly grew weak.
    “Is this really happening? You want to spend time with me?” Margie sucked in her bottom lip and held it between her teeth.
    “We’re employee and employer, but I hope we can also be friends.” Remy paused. “Please.”
    Margie tossed her napkin on the plate, her appetite gone. She considered whether he spoke the truth or not. Did he pity her or think she was too dumb to figure out he’d manipulated her into trusting him?
    He must know she wasn’t financially secure, and he couldn’t exactly call her independent when she lived in his house. She had nothing to claim as her own, except her motorcycle. She even had her mail held at a post office in Reno, and only picked it up a couple times a year as she passed through town. She didn’t belong anywhere.
    She coiled a link of her hair around her finger. Damn, this whole situation is getting mess “Remy. I’d like to help you out but I just can’t.”
    “Can’t or won’t?” He placed his fork down and leaned back in his chair.
    She definitely liked the idea of being his escort, but she also knew if she attended any parties, bad things might happen. Bad luck always showed up at the jobs she took. Ever since childhood, horrible luck followed her around. She didn’t want these negative things to happen around him. She’d die on the spot from embarrassment if she brought humiliation into Remy’s life.
    “I can’t. I’m sorry.”
    Margie picked up her plate. She scraped the remaining food into the trashcan, rinsed the plate off, and set it in the dishwasher.
    “Why not?”
    “Don’t ask me, Remy. Just let me be your maid.” She glanced over at the table and caught him studying her. She turned away and concentrated on cleaning up the kitchen.
    Remy’s chair slammed against the wall. He threw down his napkin and advanced toward Margie. “Damn it, this has gone on long enough. You are not my maid.”
    He held her by the upper arms and refused to let her walk away. She let her chin fall to her chest, but he used his hand to raise her face to his. “You’re crying.”
    She sniffed. “So.”
    “I’m sorry. Jesus, Margarine, don’t cry, baby.” He wiped the lone tear she tried to hide.
    Remy wrapped her up in his strong arms, and for a minute, she enjoyed the security his embrace gave her. If only he worked in a garage or drove a bus for a living…
    “You must know I have feelings for you.” His breath tickled her ear.
    “Then why did you hire me as your housekeeper? Ugh, Remy. You can’t just go buying people so they do what you want them to do. The real world doesn’t work that way. People…people have feelings, you know.