Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... “I want a hotel account set up for Mr. Doyle.”

“The balance, sir?”

“A mill.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Send for Donovan.”

“Sir, he’s left for the day.”

“Have him here in twenty minutes.” Aiden ended the call. He strode over and picked up his brandy glass. Now he had something to look forward to.

***

“I was born for this,” smiled Daisy as she slipped into the bubbling warm waters of her bath. The suite came with scented bath beads. They fizzed and foamed into a lavender pink lather. Her long locks were pinned to the top of her head. She picked up the remote and surfed channels, stopping on videos. She’d never taken a bath with a TV front-and-center. Daisy couldn't wait to share the details with Jessiemae. Soaking and relaxing, she felt a pang of guilt. She shouldn’t have been so hard on Pete. Though he was a selfish prick, he was her selfish prick, and if they were going to be married she had to get Pete and his ways under control.

“Pete? Pete! Baby, come here! Come join me!! They got ESPN!!”

Nothing.

Daisy sighed. She sat up in the waters, splashing pink bath suds over the side of the tub. Did he hear her? He was sleep. She knew the drill. Before reclining back into her warm comfort, she caught a glimpse of something interesting. A leather folder. She picked it up and flipped through the menu. She was still starving; wine did not equal dinner. The things on the menu meant they didn’t have to leave the hotel room, ever, to be satisfied. She nearly creamed ...

... herself when she read the last page. There was an in-room massage, manicure, pedicure, and hair styling. Life didn’t get any better than that. Then the phone rang. It was built into the wall. Daisy set the folder aside, curious. She brought the receiver to her ear.

“Yes, hello?” She relaxed back, letting the cool jets massage her aching sex.

“Daisy?”

“Mr. Keane?”

“I hope I’m not calling too late.”

“Oh, no, it’s cool… I was taking a… I mean it’s okay. The room is nice. Thank you.”

“I’m pleased you like it.”

“Yes, we both do,” she said. She lifted in the tub to look at the door. Pete could walk in and it would be all she needed. “Why are you calling?”

“I was hoping you and your fiancé could join me again. There’s something we need to discuss.”

“I don’t understand.” She felt the screams of panic in the back of her throat. What if he pulled the plug? Demanded they pay? Pete said it was too good to be true. Got damn it. She should have never gotten her hopes up.

“I have an offer that you might find interesting. We can meet in the casino bar.”

“Well, I can ask Pete. But does it have to be tonight? I mean we just got settled in, and—”

“You’re getting married tomorrow?”

“Huh? How did you know that?”

“Your fiancé asked the concierge to make the arrangements. I apologize. Did I spoil the surprise?”

Daisy sank back into the water. Pete was going to surprise her. Here she was thinking she’d have to do all the planning. That was like him to go ...