Remy Goes to Therapy: Book Two in the Chevalier Series

Remy watched the dark-skinned woman as she smiled and moved among the crowd. Her hair was once again coiled in a tight bun. In fact, the few times he had seen her, her hair had been in that same damn bun. Everything about her seemed to be under complete control. What would it be like to see her hair down? What would it be like to see all that cool control thrown right out the window? What kind of man would make her lose control? What he wouldn't give to be that man. ""That Remy is watching you again,"" Jade whispered in Regina's ear. He probably just wanted to talk. Once people found out her profession, they seemed to want to corner her at parties and ""talk."" Free therapy was more like it. Still, a girl could fantasize, couldn't she? And with a bad boy like Remy, there was plenty to fantasize about.