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Halloween, but not for a dinner with the rich and famous, where perfectly styled hair was the norm.
    “Are you almost ready?” Remy called from the other side of the bathroom door.
    “Hang on a minute. I’m still getting ready.” She clipped another section from the side of her head, and several strands sprung out of the attachment. She stomped her foot and growled. “Remy, this is useless. I can’t do it.”
    “Can I come in?”
    She opened the bathroom door and dared him to make fun of the mess she’d made of her hair. She held her thumb and index finger up in front of his face. “One word, Remy, and I am this close to breaking out in tears.”
    Remy stepped inside the room, turned her body around, and lifted her head. Working his fingers into her hair, he pulled clips out and tossed them onto the floor.
    “Stop. I’ll never get my hair up in time, and you’ll be late.” She grabbed his wrist.
    “Shh…look in the mirror.” He ran his fingers through her hair. He spread the curls over her shoulders, down her back. “This is the way you should wear all this lovely blonde hair. Wild. Free. Like you.”
    “I look like I just got out of bed.” She cocked her head.
    “I know.” He winked at her reflection and chuckled.
    Warmth filled her face. “It’s not proper.”
    “The hell with proper. Every man there will be envious of me when we walk through the door.”
    “I don’t want every man’s attention.” She turned around and faced him. “I’m hoping no one pays any attention to me…except you.”
    Margie thought by the way Remy bent his head and looked into her eyes that he might kiss her. She moved closer, her hand going to the front of his shirt. Instead, he gave one of her curls a yank and walked out of the bathroom.
    She clamped her mouth shut and squealed. “Do I have bad breath or something?”
    The last few days, he’d done the same thing. Act one way, and then do an about-face. She cupped her hand in front of her mouth, blew into her palm, and inhaled through her nose. Her breath didn’t stink, but another swish of mouthwash wouldn’t hurt.
     
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    Margie’s hand settled into the crook of Remy’s arm as she walked beside him on the pathway to the front door of the party. Her stomach rolled. Please let this party go all right tonight.
    The house shone brightly in the dark. Each window lit up, and crowds of people mingled inside. Margie hesitated and pulled back on Remy’s arm. She needed to take a deep breath.
    “What’s wrong?” He stepped in front of her and rubbed her arms.
    “This is so out of my element.” Her voice shook, and her hand trembled on Remy’s arm.
    He leaned closer. “There’s nothing to worry about. No one’s opinion matters to me. It’s always been that way. If they don’t like me, screw them. I’ll do business with someone else.”
    “That’s because everyone wants you. You benefit them.” She sighed. “They’ll judge you for who you’re with. I’m a—”
    “I want to kiss you. God, I really want to kiss you.” He sucked his breath in.
    A calmness came over her. He really didn’t care what happened tonight. She tilted her head. “You can.”
    He ran his finger along her bottom lip, and she opened her mouth enough to flick her tongue across the tip of his finger.
    With a frustrated growl, he stepped back. “Later. Tonight I only want to think about kissing you. Every time I look at you, I want to imagine what you’ll taste like when you give yourself to me.”
    She swallowed. Her body no longer trembled with nerves, but loosened and warmed beneath his words.
    “Just remember, prior to laying your pretty head against the pillow tonight, I will kiss you like you’ve never been kissed before.” He put his hand on her lower back and led her up to the door without another word.
    Ignoring the sizzle of awareness low in her stomach, she stood gracefully beside him. The dizziness cleared slightly, but her body seemed to stay on hyper