Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... shoved them in his front jean pocket. “You don’t want to let everyone know you won. It’s dangerous.”

“Oh, okay. Sorry, baby,” she gushed.

Pete smiled. “I didn’t think you’d do it. I really didn’t. But you did! And you know what?”

“What?”

“Let’s get married. Let’s do it before we head to Port Angeles. I’ll buy you the prettiest dress.” Daisy leapt into his arms in front of the cashier booth, kissing his face and nearly knocking his cap from his head.

“I love you so much! I do.”

“I love you too, Daze.”

“Pardon me?”

Daisy and Pete froze. There stood a casino worker in a green sports coat with the hotel’s gold shamrock insignia on his lapel. The man waited to be acknowledged.

“What is it?” Pete asked, alarmed.

“Mr. Keane would like to invite you both to dinner at the Lucky Charms restaurant upstairs. As his personal guest.”

“Mr. Keane? Who’s that?” Pete asked.

Daisy held his hand. She stared on blankly. “Somebody important, I suppose.”

The casino manager looked from both their wide eyes in disbelief. “Mr. Keane is the owner of the Shamrock Casino, sir. Now please, this way.”

Pete looked to Daisy. “Owner? You met the owner?”

“No, I didn’t. I was just playing at the—” She looked back to the tables and thought of Mr. Green Eyes. She remembered the name the stick man used. “Oh, wow. He was the owner?”

“Who, dude shitting thousand-dollar coins?”

“Pete!” she said, hitting his arm.

“Tell him we decline.”

“No!” Daisy glared at him. ...

... “I want to go. It’s the least we could do.”

The casino manager’s eyes went to Pete, who frowned at Daisy. She poked out her lip in a pout. If he didn’t give in, she’d give him hell the rest of the night. And he craved her. He could rush through the dinner and get her in bed probably in the next hour. “Fuck it. Let’s get it over with so we can get the hell out of here.”

“Thank you, baby!” Daisy pop-kissed his cheek.

The casino manager smirked. “Right this way, Sir. Miss?”

Chapter Five

Nice. That, and whoa-we-done-made-it-now, were the first thoughts to come to Daisy’s mind. Elegance was in the simplicity. She’d heard that on the Travel Channel. The Lucky Charm restaurant was reservation-only. Daisy had read all about the extravagances of the Shamrock in the lobby of the casino. She had no hope of sampling any. Even if they were to win their thousand, a night here would take that times four.

The place catered to celebrities and millionaires, not a pair of backward yokels out of Hollow Creek, Kentucky. Pete felt it too. His questioning gaze slipped to her from under the brim of his baseball cap. When she looked over at him, he smiled. She knew he struggled to remain confident. When you take a fish out of water, instinctively it wiggles and thrashes to jump back in. She felt the pull in Pete’s eyes for them to jump back into the universe where they belonged. But why would she? He knew her dreams. She talked his ear off on the road out of the Hollow about eating ...