"I'm married to Rachel," he said, causing Margaret's heart to sink. He then put his arm around the black woman's back, then pulled her in for an intimate kiss.
Angelique just stood there, as if nothing were wrong.
Robert finished his kiss and looked at Rachel. "Imagine...the idea I would fool around with the maid," he said, huffily.
Rachel fingered the stone again. "I know, Robert. She's hardly your type. And you are hardly hers either. She'd probably prefer someone closer to her own age." Robert gave her another kiss, apparently having trouble keeping his hands off her.
Margaret moved toward Angelique and grabbed her arm. She was getting her out of here while that horrid woman was distracted.
