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and took my time
adjusting them.
    Next, I held the bra up to my breasts and slanted Remy a
look up from under my lashes. “I could use some help.” I turned around and
presented him my back.
    He was across the hallway before I was finished speaking.
One long-fingered hand splayed over my stomach, while with the other he moved
my hair aside to expose my nape.
    “Such a bad girl.”
    “You think?” His erection poked my bottom. I wriggled against
him. “But you like bad girls, don’t you?”
    He muttered something in French, jerked down my panties and
sank his teeth into the side of my neck just below my ear.
    It was another two hours before we made it outside.
    * * *
    When we finally emerged from the hotel, a light rain
was falling. All around us, people scurried for shelter, but I just shoved my
hands into the pockets of my new leather jacket and took a deep breath of the
damp air. It smelled of asphalt and exhaust from the constant stream of cars
moving down Pratt Street, but it wasn’t the canned air of the hotel and that
was good enough for me.
    Remy paused under the awning. Malik, who’d been waiting in
the lobby, stepped forward with an umbrella. Remy held it over the two of us as
we strolled along the waterfront, Malik trailing a few yards behind.
    We’d only been in the hotel a few days, but before that I’d
been working nights for a week and sleeping half the day. Now we passed a pear
tree in full bloom and I blinked at the delicate white blossoms. When had
spring arrived?
    “You need fresh air,” Remy murmured. “From now on, we will
go outside each evening.”
    His tone was matter-of-fact—the vamp taking care of his food
supply—but when I glanced up at him, I surprised an expression that was oddly
tender.
    He looked past me, his face settling into its usual cool
lines. “I believe this restaurant has an acceptable wine list—for America, that
is. Would you like to go inside? Perhaps to have some dinner?”
    “That would be nice.” I touched my stomach. “I could eat a
horse.”
    His lips quirked. “We’ll see what we can arrange.”
    He turned his head to speak to Malik. “We will be dining
here. Obtain us a private table—and then you may have dinner yourself.”
    “ Oui, monsieur .” Malik strode past us into the
restaurant. Remy was facing me, so he didn’t see the look Malik sent me as he
went by.
    But I did, and what I saw made me shiver. Because his eyes
were narrowed with dislike.
    The host led us to a small, private table in the corner. I
opened the menu and studied it. Not that it did me any good: I hadn’t a clue
what sea urchin tasted like. Ditto for quail and cauliflower mousseline. And
there weren’t even any prices.
    Remy glanced at me. “Why don’t you try the salad with beets
and goat cheese?” he suggested. “And if you like fish, the chef prepares an
excellent sea bass.”
    “Sounds good.” I shut the menu, relieved.
    The waiter arrived, and Remy gave him my order, adding, “And
a glass of Sauvignon Blanc to go with the sea bass.” For himself, he ordered a
dry red that I’d never heard of.
    Remy had taken the seat to my right, so close I could feel
his thigh against mine. The wine arrived and he raised his glass. “To my
beautiful little Star.”
    I touched my glass to his. “Thank you.”
    He took a sip of his wine, his black eyes on mine. My mind
flashed to that first night in the hotel, and the two of us drinking the wine.
My body heated. I squirmed on the chair.
    Remy gave a small smile and set his glass on the table. He
set his arm on the back of my chair and played with my hair.
    “Tell me about your family. There is no one? But your
father, he’s not dead, is he?”
    I stared down at the table. “No,” I said between tight lips.
“But he’s dead to me.”
    He stroked my nape. “I’m sorry, ma petite .”
    “For what? That I had a bastard of a father? That’s not your
fault, is it?”
    “No, but I’m sorry anyway. Especially that there