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her while fumbling with his fork. She was ashamed of him. She wouldn’t even meet his eye. Why else wouldn’t she want her father to know where he was from. She was ashamed that he wasn’t from a rich family like hers.
    “It’s a city,” Edwin said nodding. “Called The Woods.”
    Richard took a sip of his wine. “I’m sure it’s lovely.”
    The foot was back, sliding up the side of his calf. Daisy was watching him. She was biting her lip.
    Edwin jerked back as her foot rubbed his privates. The chair squeaked on the floor and his beer glass spilled over as he hit the table with his knee.
    Grace jumped up and threw her napkin on the beer pooling in the middle of the table. Senator Richard snapped his fingers and called Alfred over. Daisy was smirking at him.
    Alfred walked into the dining room and frowned when he saw the mess. He butted in front of Edwin and wiped up the beer with the white towel draped over his arm. He leaned in close to Edwin’s ear, so that only he could hear him. “Would you prefer a sippy cup?”
    Grace was fidgeting with her fork and stealing glances at her Dad. Her ears were red. Edwin sighed. He just wanted to be the kind of guy that Grace deserved. She didn’t deserve a savage like him. Maybe he was just better off going home.
     
     
     

     
     
     
    Grace fixed the collar of Edwin’s new shirt on the way out of her mansion. She had bought him a bunch of clothes for their week. She really liked him but he looked like a lumberjack in his clothes. She couldn’t be seen walking into Rouge or Canabaris with a guy wearing clothes like that. She stepped back and admired her work.
    This guy could be a movie star.
    “Sexy,” she said, nodding her head. The tight, long sleeved, white shirt hugged his thick biceps and full shoulders. His pants were slim and his ass looked great. She would have to keep an eye on him in the club.
    “It’s so tight,” he said, pulling at his collar. This was a guy that was used to being naked all of the time.
    She leaned in and kissed him on the lips. “Tight is good,” she said. “Tight is sexy.”
    He moved around like the material was made of poison ivy. “Why can’t I just wear my clothes again?”
    She rubbed the smooth material over his arm, feeling the hard muscle underneath. “Because they are covered in dirt. We are going to the hottest club in Manhattan tonight and they won’t let you in if you show up wearing socks and sandals.”
    “Are there going to be a lot of people there?” he asked, looking nervous.
    “Tons,” she said. “It’s going to be great.”
    Grace’s Dad was walking towards them from down the hall. She didn’t want a repeat of dinner. He clearly didn’t approve of Edwin.
    “Go look at the car collection,” she said, opening the garage door. “I’ll be there in a minute.” The garage was the size of half a football field and filled with new and old sports cars. All in mint condition. It was a car lovers’ wet dream.
    Edwin walked into the garage and looked at the cars with a look of complete disinterest on his face.
    “Going out?” Grace’s Dad asked. He was wearing his robe and holding a snifter of brandy.
    “We’re going to Santorini Club,” she said.
    “Will Devon be there?” he asked.
    Grace looked at the wall behind him. “I don’t know.”
    “Well tell him I said hi if he is.”
    “Okay Daddy,” she said, turning to escape into the garage.
    “Ci Ci,” he said. “Edwin seems like a very nice young man but I don’t think he’s a good fit for our family.”
    A good fit for our family . He didn’t care if Edwin was a good fit for her . She turned towards him and sighed. Her whole life she always did what was right for her family. And never for herself.
    “I think if you just-”
    “We have the reporters coming tomorrow,” he said, interrupting her. He was always interrupting her. “It would be best if he stays off camera. For the good of the family.”
    “But Daddy I-”
    He pointed into