Anna Marie sat across the table from Remy. She didn't know why she'd asked her to dinner; surely he knew that she wouldn't do anything. Not that she could. As she raised her wine glass to her lips, she noted that her gloves were still perfectly in place. She was wearing a light blue cocktail dress that hid most of her skin other than the sleeveless arms, but her gloves covered her hands to her elbows only have her upper arms with no fabric. No gentlemen would get fresh with her on a date unless she wanted it - which, of course, she did, but he didn't need to know that - to touch her there.
It was a perfectly lovely evening. The food was good; the wine delicious. When Remy spoke, she glanced up at him demurely, looking up through her lashes. He was striking man. Unlike some of the other gentlemen at Blossom’s, she would certainly let him touch her if she could. Of course, she couldn't but that was part of the whole deal. She liked being admired from afar but no one being able to touch her. She was safe distance away from everyone.
She smiled pleasantly. "Ah am," was all she said as she looked up at him and tried to remind herself that for all intents and purposes this might as well be a business dinner.