Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... searching. Her bleached hair blew forward. She scooped the wild strands behind her ear and arranged her features into an understanding smile.

“What is it? Have I done something? We used to be so good, baby. So good. Remember?”

“I have a job for you,” said Aiden. Green eyes with a predatory stare lifted to connect with hers. Andy stood upright, alert. In all the years he’d known her, he’d never employed her.

“A job?” She gave a nervous chuckle. “What kind of job, sugar?”

Aiden smirked. His eyes darkened, giving her a long once over. “The kind you’re good at.”

***

Pete felt the burn of the sun warming his cheeks. Squinting, he put his hand up instinctively to the glare coming in from the wall of the windows. Sleeping with the view of the city at night had been calming. But sunrise was a bitch.

“Mornin’.” Daisy came around the wall brushing her teeth.

“Mornin’.”

“You don’t have to get up.”

“I’ll walk you to his room,” he mumbled, unable to look at her. The words just fell out of his mouth without inflection. He heard a soft sigh escape her and cared little for it. What was her source of frustration? That he wasn’t jumping for joy for what she was about to do? He’d just rather get it done and over with.

“Pete?”

“Yeah?” He looked around for his underwear.

“Do you trust me?”

Pete froze. Trust? That word did a replay. His eyes cut towards her, then away. She stood there holding her toothbrush, a ring of toothpaste suds around her lips. With ...

... jeans, barefeet, a button down yellow blouse, something was missing. The sexy was missing. In fact, she put her hair back from her face in a single braid, which she only did with him.

“Are you dressed?”

“Yes, I am,” she replied with a half-smile. “I wanted you to know. I mean I wanted to say it last night. I’m not going to do anything to destroy us. I have a plan.”

“I don’t want to talk about this.”

“Pete, listen to me. I get he’s attracted and stuff.”

“And stuff?”

“I won’t do anything to encourage it. See? I look like I’m going to do laundry, not some romantic thinga-mah-jiggie—”

“Stop it!!” he yelled.

Daisy blinked at him, hurt. Pete felt the sourness return to his gut. Finally, he did look up to her. “I made peace with it, Daisy. But don’t stand there and pretend it’s not going to happen. You and I both know what a million dollars means.”

“I don’t want to do anything to hurt you, us. I don’t.”

“Are you saying you won’t go through with it?” he asked. Pete braced for her answer.

“Well, no. I’m saying that—”

“Then hurry and finish. We have to go.”

Pete rose and pulled up his underwear. He felt her eyes on him and got angry. What did she expect from him? He signed the fucking contract. Agreed to hand over his pride. Now he was supposed to make her feel good about being sold to another man. He shot her another withering glare, the first one he’d given her since they’d gone through with it. That look was hard enough to make her back away. ...