"Okay, you'll be late for your appointment." Daisy said, planting a kiss on Brett's forehead. They moved back to the master's bedroom and Daisy slumped lazily on top of the mattress. Brett stilled, and his narrowed eyes slid down her exposed thighs. "Don’t get any ideas, Gorgeous. There's no more pie for you to eat, at least for now." "That's better." Brett smiled. "I don't ever want to leave you unsatisfied." He caressed her cheek with the pad of his thumb. "Do you have a passport?" Daisy frowned and answered. "Yes. Why?" Nodding briskly, he reached for his tie, and attempted adjusting it back to normal before shifting his focus on his cufflinks. "You’ll need it." He replied, simply. Excitement tingled through her but she still asked. "What for?" "For travel. Duh." He replied, using the same words Daisy usually tease him with. She smiled and pulled the collar of her shirt, stylishly. "Travel to where?" His eyes held a wicked gleam as he swiftly and expertly a
There was a pause, then he responded. "It's a tracking device, not a bug. Yes, it is." "For fuck’s sake, Eric!" "It’s my job, Daisy." Eric responded. "Well I put it to you that your job sucks! Do you hear me?" She shot back. "This is bullshit and you know it." "Keeping you safe became a bigger concern when Julian showed up again. He was slippery, so I had to cover both you and your mom. The minute his death was confirmed, I turned off the receiver." Daisy squeezed her eyes shut. "This isn’t about the damn tracking device Eric. None of you get it. I'm mad because you all keep me in the dark, always. And it's so wrong on so many levels. I feel violated, Eric." "I'm so sorry, Daisy. I didn't mean to upset you. But your mother didn't want you to worry." "I’m a fucking adult! I get to decide if I worry or not." She shot a look at Brett when she said that, because what she was saying was totally applicable to him, too. His arch look told her he got the message. "I understa
"This one?" She asked, pulling it out. Bridget nodded. "My God!" Daisy exclaimed in a whisper. "You gave me this as a birthday gift mom. This has been my favorite go-tell hair clip, you know this." Bridget nodded, meekly. "Are you shitting me?" Daisy stared at the gorgeous hairpin. "So, this wasn't a gift at all. You’ve seriously crossed the line mom!" Bridget flushed. "Daisy, you’re overreacting. It’s not what..." "Overreacting, I'm overreacting? Ha, that’s laughable. In case you have no idea, this is a whole lot of invasion. I’m this close to calling the police and possibly suing you for invasion of privacy." "Daisy.." Bridget's voice broke. "I’m your mother..." Her voice now took on a note of pleading. "It’s my job to look after you." "I’m a twenty-five-year-old adult," She said coldly. "By law, I can look after myself." "Daisy Ledwig..." "Don’t." She lifted her hands, then dropped them. "Just don’t. I’m going to leave now, because I’m so pissed off I can’t even l
"Daisy." His tone warned her that he wouldn’t be put off. She sighed. "I’ll forgive her, I always do. I don’t have a choice, really, because I love her and I know she means well, even if she is seriously misguided. But this thing with the hairpin...." "Go on." He encouraged. She rubbed at the ache in her chest. "It broke something in our relationship. And no matter how we move forward, there’s always going to be that crack there that didn’t exist before. That’s what hurts." Brett was quiet for a long time. One of his hands slid into her hair, while the other curled possessively over her hip. She waited for him to say what was on his mind. "I broke something in our relationship, too," he said finally, his voice somber. "I’m afraid it is always going to be between us." The sadness in his eyes twisted into Daisy, hurting her. "Let me up." He did, reluctantly, watching her warily as she stood. She hesitated before she unzipped her skirt. "Now I know what it feels li
Daisy pouted. "Please, my love." "Sunshine, getting you off is ninety-nine percent of the fun for me." "But then I’m so busy coming that I don’t get to enjoy you." She complained. "Just for once, one night. I want you to be selfish. I want you to let go, be an animal, come just because it feels good and you’re ready." His lips thinned. "I can’t do that with you. I need you with me." "I knew you’d say that. But this is my game and it's played by my rules." "I haven’t agreed to play." He hammered. "Hear me out." Brett exhaled slowly. "I can’t do it, Daisy." "You could do it with other women," she argued. "I wasn’t in love with them." Daisy melted, unable to help it. "Baby I want this," she whispered. "Real bad." He made an exasperated noise. "Help me understand. I can’t hear your heart racing when I’m gasping for breath. I can’t feel you shaking when I’m shaking, too. I can’t taste you when my mouth is dry from begging you to finish me off." His beautiful face
Laughing, Daisy shoved at his shoulders and he pushed her backward until she sprawled on the floor between the sofa and coffee table. He hovered above her, his arms tight and hard from supporting his weight. His gaze roamed, caressing her bra, then her bare tummy, then her thong and garters. The ensemble she wore post-shower was crimson-red, chosen to keep Brett revved. "You’re my lucky charm," he said. Daisy squeezed his biceps. "Really?" "Yep." He licked the upper swell of her breast. "You’re magically delicious." "Oh my God." She laughed. "You're cheesy now." His eyes smiled at her. "My goddess of desire, pleasure, and corny one-liners. Did you like the wine from this evening?" "Yeah, it's quite heavenly. Is it new in the market?" "Yes." He pecked her forehead. "And you're looking at the new owner." "Oh Brett, now we've delved into wines. No wonder you know how to make use of your tongue. You're a great wine taster, aren't you?" Reading all the possible meani
"Omg! how could I have forgotten!" Ugo exclaimed. "What's that?" Daisy asked. "Someone called the house phone earlier today. She said she is your friend. It's weird because you've never mentioned a friend of yours that bears Lana." "What, Lana?" "Yes. Is she your friend?" "Hell no!" Daisy replied. "Now that's not funny. She said she had news and she wants you to call her back. She even left a number and said to give you in case the number you have doesn't go through." Daisy shot a look at Brett. He caught her stare and his eyes took on that familiar hard gleam. "Such a smart ass woman. Did you tell her anything?" She asked Ugo in a low voice. "Tell her anything, like what?" "Like something you wouldn’t want to tell a total stranger and Brett's ex." Brett's face took on a stony cast. He passed Daisy to drop the trash bag, then came back to her side. "You’re friends with Brett's ex?" Ugo asked. "Are you nuts?" "No, I’m not friends with her. I have no idea ho
"Did Brett tell you what he did to her?" Lana asked Daisy."Yes, he did." Daisy replied defensively. "And you're still with him? Don't tell me he's turned you into some heartless...." "Lana, I don't like you, but I don't want you to be a pain. That would suck, big time.""I don't plan to. But you should be more scared of what that other woman would do. A little birdie told me that your so-called man is getting sued for kicking a young man he met in your apartment with your best friend. Is that true?"Daisy looked at Brett and her stomach cramped. He had once kicked a guy for attempting to lay a finger on her one faithful night that she walked in on Ugo with two men. That part was true, but saying that Brett was getting sued...She kept staring at him, then she saw it. He was being sued. The proof was on his face, which was devoid of all emotions, hidden behind a flawless mask."No, it is not true," she answered. "Which part?""I have nothing further to say to you Lana." "You don't