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“It isn’t the pub; its spending time with real people in a normal place, with an extraordinary girl,” I replied.
“Really? And what’s so extraordinary about me then?”
“You’re cute, funny, sassy, clever, beautiful, and sweet, and you have an extra bouncy mattress for me to lay my body down on for the night.”
I stared into her eyes when they met mine and I could see she was waiting for me to do something—which was exactly why I never overstepped the line. She had kissed me several times, but the woman before me was the real Daisy… the good girl, the one with the answers to her own questions if she wanted to find them.
“You’re really not blowing smoke up my arse, are you?”
I shook my head and smiled what I hoped was my most genuine smile. “No, I’m not. What can I say?In one day you have me smitten. Honestly? I was dreading coming here. It felt like I had no other option. With no money and a few credit cards, there was little I could do until I had a roof over my head… which you know was proving difficult because of the St. Patrick’s Day celebrations.”
“Lucky break for me,” she added and smirked.
“I figured if I could just get settled somewhere I’d jump on the internet and find someone to come pick me up, but since I met you all that appears to have become irrelevant. I never even thought about asking to use your internet again this evening because I’m in no hurry to leave.”
“You aren’t?” she asked, her widely surprised, glittery eyes stared at me for the truth.
“Obviously, I’m going to have to remedy the part where I’m missing before someone comes looking or there’s a story in the press, and I am going to have to leave tomorrow because if I missed Paddy’s wedding there’d be hell to pay, but I’d like to come back… if that’s okay with you?”
“If that’s okay? You mean here?”
“If you’ll have me.”
“Jesus. I almost had you in the hallway out the back when you first arrived. Of course, I’ll have you.”
“Now there you go again, Daisy. You can’t go saying that stuff to me… not when I’m fighting a raging horn in my pants and I’m trying to do the right thing by you.”
Giving me a piercing stare she hesitated for a few moments then grinned, “That was a joke, right?”
“Nope, got me a fine piece of steel right here,” I said, patting the agonizing bulge in my jeans. “But I’m not going to overstep the mark and fuck my landlady now, am I? You do know there’s not a hotel room to be had in Dublin this weekend what with it being the Saint Patrick’s Day holiday,” I said again, lightening the mood while I tried to recover from the truth I’d admitted to both of us.
Despite what I had begun to feel about Daisy, my head kept reminding me it was a bad idea. There were mountains of obstacles between us and I was leaving the following day. Most relevant was the fear that if I had her—if I started something with her—for the first time in my life I wouldn’t have the strength to walk away.
“For a moment there you had me going, all full of anticipation and wet knickers, and then you go and burst my bubble by telling me it’s all a joke,” she replied, and she didn’t look at all pleased I’d reeled my feelings in about what I’d have liked to do to her.
“Fuck, Daisy, you’re pushing all my buttons with lines like that… especially the wet knickers part.”
“Oh, that part is true. I mean come on, you’re Jamie Fontaine after all, no point in pretending between my thighs is immune to how hot I find you.”
“Seriously, I’m anything but immune to you, Daisy.”
“I call bull shite. I mean its only me—Daisy, the pub landlady. I’m not one of your glamorous ‘look- at- me-I’m-as-thin-as-a-rake-because-I-eat-no-carbs model waifs I’ve seen you with in the press.”
“I don’t like skinny women. They’re on my arm for image purposes only and you felt how hard I was in that first five minutes after we met, right?”
“How has this conversation suddenly gone to the gutter?” she snapped.
“I guess we’re not really joking if it keeps coming back to this.
“I never flirt,” Daisy said with a straight face. She looked adorable and full of conviction when she said it. It made me chuckle.
“You could have fooled me—you’re a natural,” I replied in a playful tone.
“I mean I never… before… I… I guess it was shock or something when I reacted the way I did when you walked through my door.”
“It was the best welcome to Dublin I could ever have had,” I replied. I reached out and tugged at the thin material of her blouse.
Daisy’s face flushed with embarrassment, “Sorry I kissed you like that… and kept kissing you.”
