Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... Forty? No, mid-thirties? He had to be older than her and Pete that was for sure. She crammed against Pete with his hold tightening on her shoulders. She had to do something before Pete lost his cool and embarrassed her.

“Thanks again for the tip.” Daisy forced a demure smile. “We-we really appreciated it.”

“You staying here?” Aiden asked her.

“Here?” Pete snorted. “No. A little too ritzy for us. We got a place downtown Vegas.”

“Right, downtown,” Aiden smirked.

A cold, congested look settled on Pete’s face. Daisy felt the sting too. Downtown Vegas had the seedy hotels. It spoke volumes about the kind of trip this was for them. Mr. Keane’s gaze moved out into the restaurant. Daisy followed his line of sight. She caught the exchange between him and the manager with just a simple nod. The guy next to her was unusually quiet. Daisy knew that wasn’t a good sign. Maybe it was best to end this little flirtation, or whatever it was. She felt tired. She had a lot to do to get ready for their wedding. The manager made his way over.

“Yes sir, Mr. Keane?” The man who approached the table said.

“Mr.?” Aiden cut Pete an expectant look.

“Doyle,” Pete ground out.

“Mr. Doyle and his fiancée will be staying with us at the Shamrock. Make sure they are accommodated with a Tower suite, as my guests.”

“That’s too generous,” Daisy gasped.

“Hey man, we can’t accept that. We pay our own way.” Pete lowered his arm and bumped her with his hip. “Let’s go Daisy. Can’t ...

... accept your offer, dude.”

“Of course not.” Aiden’s deep voice stopped them. “I haven’t made an offer, yet.” His hand rested on the table. Daisy and Pete paused. The word ‘yet’ hovered between them. Daisy’s eyes slipped to the golden coin. When he spoke with his thick Irish accent, Daisy found herself awed by it. But there had to be a reason for the attention, the careful placed words, the stolen glances. She wanted to hear what it was. Had she mistaken the never-ending stares for flirtation when there was something more? Did they win something? Money? The coin bobbed and dipped between Aiden’s fingers, glistenined in the dim lighting.

“Tell me, Pete. What would you do with a million dollars?” he asked.

“A million dollars?” Pete leveled his eyes, frowning.

Aiden quirked a brow. “Yes. One million dollars.”

Pete heard a soft wheeze release from Daisy’s gaping mouth. He didn’t even look at her. He could only imagine the drool on her chin. This man was fucking with them. Had to be.

“Never thought about it,” Pete answered.

“Pete!” chirped Daisy. He cut his eyes at her and she bobbed her head like one of those dolls in the gift shop. “We talk about it all the time. A million dollars? You’d open your Sports Bar and I—”

“What’s your game, man?” Pete cut Daisy short.

Aiden set the coin to a spin on the tabletop. Their focus lowered to the coin as it glided over the polished wood.

“Gambling. Made a fortune off of it.” Aiden’s gaze lifted to Pete’s, and a dark ...