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I’m not one of those girls that’ll just roll over and accept any of your pretty words.” Margie pulled away from him.
    He leaned back against the counter and ran a hand through his hair. “Honestly. It’s the only way I could get you to spend time with me. You scare the hell out of me, sweetheart.”
    She snorted. “Me? You’ve got to be kidding.”
    He shook his head. “When I saw you that first night when you smacked into me at the restaurant, I thought you were lovely. Then I saw you in the parking lot, and you were brave and confident too. Hell, you smacked me with your purse, and drove away on a motorcycle, sexier than sin and left me wanting to know more about the woman who dared to be different. You were like no other woman I knew.”
    “And now?” She encouraged him to continue. Despite her misgivings on how the evening was turning out, a part of her wanted to hear more. His words soothed her self-esteem.
    Remy took a deep breath. His gaze searched hers. “And now I see this woman that takes my breath away. You never let anything stop you, and when something goes wrong, you pick yourself up and march on. Yet, for how independent you are, I see a side of you that’s so innocent, and I wonder how you’ve remained so carefree and happy.”
    Margie had never heard a man confess his thoughts to the degree Remy had. One of the most powerful men in the country, and he chose her, Margarine Butter, to pursue.
    “Oh, Remy.” She placed his hand on her heart. “I’m bad luck. I don’t want to do something that would cause you any hurt.”
    Remy shook his head and frowned. She brushed her hand across his forehead to smooth the lines of frustration. “Besides, I live out of a suitcase. I would have nothing to wear to those fancy parties you talked about.” She winked and attempted to laugh, but a sob caught in her throat instead. She moved to step around him.
    Remy blocked her escape and cupped her face with both his hands. “I’ll buy you everything you need. Please, Margarine Butter.”
    Damn him. He did it again. He used her full name.
    Margie inhaled and turned toward the table. “Just so you understand… You buying me clothes to attend the parties with you doesn’t equate to purchasing my affection.” She looked up at him. “I’m not that kind of girl.”
    Remy nodded, crossing his heart with his finger.
    “You’re a special man, Remy. I’m not quite sure I understand you, though. We just met each other and now—”
    “Will you take a chance to get to know me?” He raised his eyebrow.
    “I still want to be your housekeeper, Remy. It’s important to me that I earn my keep the right way.”
    Remy lifted her chin. He brushed his lips to hers. “We’ll take this slow. Slow…and sweet.”
    Margie went up in flames. Remy’s full, sensual lips had her tumbling, unable to escape the excitement shooting through her body. Her mouth opened under the demands of his and as the tip of his tongue stroked her lips, she melted.
    Her head swam, her knees weakened, and with a cry of desperation, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. Deep down, it wasn’t her situation that had her throwing herself at him; it was the fact that he wanted her. He wanted Margarine Butter!
     
     

Chapter Nine
     
     
     
    Margie stood in front of the bathroom mirror, frowning. Her hair curled in every direction around her and refused to stay pinned up on the back of her head. How would she ever manage to look halfway decent tonight?
    The dinner party at Remy’s business associate’s house fast approached. She slammed another hair clip on the counter and stuck out her lip. This is ridiculous!
    Her hair was so long, she couldn’t even see the ends in the mirror. If she chopped off eight inches, maybe she’d be able to figure a way to make all the strands stay up without all the extra weight pulling it down. She groaned. Her hair was perfect if she wanted to go to a club or scare little children on