Manuel Hampton, Brett's uncle, a man who’d clearly rubbed Brett the wrong way when she saw the two men together at the Mayor's party. Daisy hadn’t gotten any further than typing the Manuel's name in the search box when her desk phone rang. "Are you serious about Paris?" Ugo blew into the phone immediately Daisy picked up, not offering her the opportunity to say a word. "Totally." Daisy replied smiling.There was a pause. "Is this when you tell me you’re moving in with your billionaire boyfriend and I can't come to the house again?" "What? No! Are you nuts?" She squeezed her eyes shut, understanding how insecure Ugo was but thinking they were too far along in their friendship for those kinds of doubts. "You’re stuck with me for life, you know that." "And you just up and decided we should go to Paris?""Pretty much." Daisy replied. "I figured we could sip latte and cola by the pool and live off room service for a couple days." "I’m not sure how much I can pitch in for that." "Don
I went straight back to searching for market comparisons on a new product we were currently working on. I coordinated some initial meetings between some of the strategists and Donald and helped Donald with brainstorming a campaign for a new female mix brogues. Noon approached and I was starting to feel seriously hungry when my phone rang. I answered with my usual greeting. "Daisy." an accented female voice greeted me. "It’s Sheila. Do you have a minute?" I leaned back in my chair, alert. Sheila and I had once shared a moment of sympathy over Lana's unexpected and unwanted reappearance in Brett's life, but I’d never forget how vicious Sheila had been to me the first time we’d met. "What’s the problem?" She sighed, then spoke quickly, her words flowing in a rush. "I was sitting at the table behind Lana last night. I could hear a bit of what was being said between her and Brett during dinner." Daisy's stomach tensed, preparing for an emotional blow. Sheila knew just how to expl
"Do I owe you now? Daisy asked neutrally, returning Donald's wave as he signaled her that it was time for lunch. Sheila exhaled in a rush. Brett and I have known each other since we were little. Our fathers are good friends and I have no doubt that we will see each other around. Daisy, I’m hoping we can find a way to avoid any awkwardness."Daisy was shocked. This was Sheila, the same woman that had come up to her and told her that the minute Brett shoved his dick in her, he would be done. And Sheila hit her with that at a moment when she was especially vulnerable. "Listen, Sheila," Daisy started. "If you don’t give me drama, we’ll get by. I alone can easily screw up my relationship with Brett. Trust me, I don’t need external help on that one."Sheila laughed softly. "That was my mistake with him, I think I was too careful and too accommodating. But with you, he has to put in a great deal of work. Anyway....... I’ve taken up too much of your time. I’ll let you go now.""Enjoy your w
"Oh my God, Daisy. What would you do with me in your mouth? Play with me, tease me like you’re doing now?" Brett asked. There was no heat in his voice, just calmness and Daisy knew to pay careful attention when Brett gets serious about sex. "No." She replied and lifted her face to the nearest fairly concealed security camera in the lobby. "I want you in my mouth, to make you come. I love making you come, Brett." He exhaled harshly. "If you didn't have people waiting for you just a few meters away, I swear to God, I would have flown down the stairs to get you." He groaned."What should we do about that?" She asked."I'll see you when you get back, Sunshine.""I wish that was possible." I breathed, wishing desperately that there was an easy and less disrespectful way to ditch Ethan and Donald and head to the last floor. "Who's your Boss's Boss, Daisy?""You." She whispered, but was certain he heard her."Then I'll see you after lunch. I'll speak to Donald. You owe me a gift." Only
With a quick click-click of his mouse, Brett muted his mic again. Then his fingers dug into Daisy's hair as he muttered darkly, "Stop being a fucking tease, Daisy, and suck my dick like a good little secretary." Daisy whimpered as desire trailed down her spine, culminating between her legs and soaking her panties. "Yes, Sir," she whispered, and eagerly took his impressive length down her throat. Moaning with each stroke of her lips around him, she coated his shaft with saliva and bobbed her head up and down in the rhythm he loved. "I’m gonna come down your throat," he groaned, and she hummed in response. Just as he promised, the head of his cock tightened between her lips and then he unloaded down the back of her throat, spilling and spilling until Daisy swallowed it all down. When she looked up at him, he was gazing down at her with love in his eyes. Petting her head lovingly, he smiled as he bent down and pressed his lips against hers. "You are so perfect." "Aren’t you in a m
When Daisy got back to her office space, she felt at peace while she anticipated her therapy session with Brett at Dr. Violets. But her plans were ruined when Brett called and announced gruffly that he had to sort out some pending issues with some of his investors and as hard as he had tried, there was no way he could push the job to someone else.She sighed and made a quick call to Eric, telling him that she'll be going for her Karate session a bit earlier than usual.5:00pm came and Daisy made her way to the lobby while texting her boyfriend . Brett's SUV was at the curb already and she saw Eric parked a bit farther. She waved warmly at Ben and went straight to her waiting car.Normally, she would have had Ben take her to Pith's studio. But she knew better than not to take the car her parents sent to her. Bridget Ledwig would definitely breathe fire and brimstone down her head if she tried.She gasped in shock when she saw Ugo, already seated behind the car, waiting expectantly for
Brett's gaze darkened for an instant before his perfect, implacable mask slid effortlessly into place. "What are you doing here, Daisy? It’s not a good time." He said, shrugging into a simple Tee. He was still wearing his trouser from the morning but had changed his shirt to a lazy Tee. "I have a lot on my plate right now and a deadline to meet." Daisy gripped her phone tightly. Seeing Brett so free with his hair wet reminded her how badly she wanted him and what they shared in his office just hours ago. She looked at him and realized that she was crazy in love with him. She needed him like she needed to breathe...... which only made it easier for her to understand how Sheila and Lana felt, and to relate to the lengths they might go just to try to lure Brett away from her. "Why are you half dressed?" She asked. "I'm home Daisy, I can decide to go naked while inside the house. But I actually got something on my shirt that I decided to clean." He replied "Daisy,I need to be at my ho
Brett growled. "You think I went with Lana because I was overcome with the need to be with her and get away from you?" "I don’t know, Brett. You ditched me, you’re the one with the answers.""Daisy, you forget so soon? You ditched me first." Her mouth fell open. "I did not." "The hell you did. Almost the second we arrived, you took off. I had to hunt you down and when I did, you were dancing with that prick.""Armstrong is my cousin, I told you that already.""A distant cousin." He said in a form of reminder. And believe me Daisy, I don’t care if he’s a damned priest. He wants to nail you.""Oh my God, that’s absurd. Stop deflecting, Brett. You were talking business with your associates. It was awkward standing there. For them as well as me.""Daisy, that's your place, right there, beside me, that's where you ought to be. Awkward or not."Her head jerked back as if he’d slapped her. "Excuse me, come again please." "How would you feel if I walked away from you at a Lex and Gibson e