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Daisy’s body tensed beneath my hands. “No, I’m not saying that. The pub matters, it matters a lot. That place is my foundation.”
“I’m not going to get into that with you right now. Its Christmas, we’re together and I’m going to take that as a win for now,” I replied, kissing her tenderly until I felt all tension leave her body and her lips parted. Once she had relaxed, I made a mental note to revisit her answer, but deepened the kiss until our passion took over, wiping all negative thoughts from my mind.
Tearing my lips from hers, I growled, pushed her gently away from me and slid my hand into hers. I led her toward the huge bed, my mind already lining up of all the filthy things I had thought about doing on it with her.
“Stay there,” I demanded, leaving her a few feet from me. I sat down on the deep mattress and stared longingly toward her. “I want to admire you in this lingerie. I’ve been thinking about it all day. You look so beautiful wearing it.”
Daisy stood confidently, her long legs extended by the four-inch black heels she wore, and I was sure she knew she looked good. It felt amazing that she had let me appreciate what was mine.
* * *
Light knocking on the suite door dragged me out of my sleep. The room was still dark and I wondered at first where I was, but it had only taken a split second to remember, as I felt Daisy’s limp arm draped over my waist.
“Coming,” I croaked.
Daisy mumbled, “I can’t, not again… sleeping,” she mumbled, sleepily.
I chuckled, slid out of bed and peered through the spy hole on the door. A waiter stood there with breakfast. I opened the door and his eyes slid from my face to my dick. Remembering I was naked, I walked away from the open door and into the bathroom.
Wrapping a towel around my hips, I gestured with my chin toward the small table and chairs over by the window. “Just put it over there.” I grabbed my wallet out of my jacket, took out a couple of what I’d thought were ten euro notes from it and handed them to him. Padding back to my bed, the waiter stood still with the euros still in his hands.
“Mr. Fontaine, you’ve given me two hundred euros.”
I shrugged; I’d given them to him by mistake but I wasn’t about to take them back so I smiled.
“Yeah, Merry Christmas,” I mumbled, sliding back under the comforter and snuggling up to Daisy as he left the room, thanking me.
“Baby, breakfast has arrived,” I muttered close to her ear.
“Sleeping,” she mumbled back, in a small tired voice.
“Should I call Terry and tell him you’ll be late?” I asked, praying she’d say yes.
Instantly her body stiffened. “Terry? The pub? Shit, what time is it?”
Dragging her body into an upright position, she ran one hand through her hair and scrubbed the other down her face.
“Almost 8:40 a.m. We have plenty of time.”
“We need to be out of here in twenty minutes if I’m going to get there in time to do everything.”
“Relax, we will be,” I reassured her as she rushed from the bed and into the bathroom like she had been scalded.
“Move, get out of bed, or I’m leaving you here,” she warned, stepping back into the room to instruct me.
She looked uptight and nothing like the laidback girl I’d spent the night with. During the night she had behaved like we had all the time in the world. Still, I loved that she was so conscientious that she’d walk out on me to keep her obligations to her business. Most other women would have let themselves get fired to spend an extra hour in the sack with me.
“I’m up,” I chuckled, sliding out from under the covers, grabbing a glass of fresh orange juice from the breakfast cart and chugging it down. The shower went on and off, and Daisy came back out, stared down at the silk stockings and suspender belt on the floor, fished around for her bra and clasped it on.
Swiping her dress up she pulled it over her head and fed her arms into it. Pulling the hem into place she stopped and stared at the rest of her underwear lying on the floor.
“I’ll put those in my pocket,” I offered with a chuckle when I saw her mentally wonder how they would fit into the wallet sized purse she had brought with her the day before. “Here, sit,” I ordered, handing her a glass of orange juice. “I’ve ordered a car. You still have ten minutes before it gets here.”
“Are you not showering?” she asked, sniffing my armpit as she sat down.
“Anyone would think you didn’t my scent. It took a lot of work to give off this smell this morning,” I teased.
“Ew, clean yourself up or you can meet me later at the pub. You walk in like that, everyone will know what we’ve been doing.”
