Robby pulled the truck into a deserted parking lot and set the brake. His eyes searched her face.
Just a man in need.
“Things should be easier for you. Let me help,” he said, the words a sincere promise she wanted to believe. His voice was gentle, caressing her ear, silken and sensual. “I mean, in exchange for the help with my career. I’m…not a bad person. I’ve got to have my life back.” Robby drew a deep breath. “Will you help me? I can’t do this without you.” The sincere pleading in his voice was unsettling. He was a human being.
She refused to turn his way. If she did she’d be powerless to say what she really thought.
“No one would believe it,” she whispered.
“Come on, Harpo,” Robby pleaded. “You’d lose your house to save your pride? We’ll do this while I’m here helping Nick…that’s what? Two weeks or so? Max?” Robby leaned across the seat so that his lips were near her ear as he spoke in a whisper.
“Come on. I’m hot, I’m rich, I’m an excellent kisser…” he paused when she squirmed as if he were ready to seal the deal. He dropped his voice low so it came out husky and tempting against her ear. “I’m even better at…other things.”
Daisy’s head spun and they were nose-to-nose. Even Alec hadn’t done this to her. She was certain her physical response to his offer was nothing to be proud of. Her father’s face popped into her mind and she forcefully pushed Robby back to his own side of the truck. Her father was a man of God, respectful and kind, but also driven by the rules of the Bible. Daisy had been raised better than to fall into Robby’s lustful trap.
“I don’t want your money,” she stammered, brushing Robby’s touch from her arms in an effort to make the tingling sensations stop. “And I definitely do not want your body!” “Humph…you’d be the first,” he grunted, seeming to forget himself.
“Not everyone is like that.”
“Right, so when you realized who I was, why did you help me?”
It wasn’t difficult for Daisy to give an honest answer. “I was nice to you even before I put it together.” She looked at her lap, feeling silly and uncultured, but forging ahead anyway. “I did it because I…it’s what I was supposed to do. When someone needs help, you help them. It’s basic Sunday School.”
Robby smiled. “Well, I will be forever grateful to you and all of your Sunday school teachers…” He kissed her hand and she was suddenly aware he’d never let it go in the first place. Daisy yanked herself away and scowled at him.
Robby grinned. “We can break up in a few weeks. Happens all the time. No big deal and you’ll be free to go on with your life never again thinking of the way you slummed with me.” “If that’s how lightly you take relationships it is a bigger deal than you think,” she said.
Daisy longed to take him to Nick’s house and forget about him, but unfortunately, Robby’s uncle had more than one bottle of alcohol and left alone she didn’t know what would happen. She’d never forgive herself, and she doubted Nick would either if he hurt himself or slipped back into his old habits. Making Robby go away was out of the question, but that didn’t mean she be forced to agree to this. She hadn’t liked babysitting when she was younger and she didn’t want to babysit a grown man now. But most of all she didn’t want to pretend with her fragile, empty heart that she was in love with him.
Trusting herself seemed impossible. If she was pretending, she might become unable to recognize the difference between fact and fiction. That was her problem with Alec too. Her stomach turned.
“Say the word and you got twenty grand to bail you out,” Robby continued. “Even more if you throw in the ballad.”
“No,” Daisy said adamantly. “Forget about the song!”
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